"Good idea, dear," said Mrs. Merrill, and she signaled the conductor that they wished to get off. But as though to make sport of them, the rain clouds which had appeared to be blowing away, opened up again and a shower of rain fell on the car roof. "No sightseeing for us to-day," laughed Mr. Merrill, "except under cover. I think we’ll keep under a roof while we have one handy!" So they stayed on the car and rode on into the city. But there was a lot to see even from a trolley car and Mary Jane thought she never could forget all the wonderful and curious sights of that trip. They got off at their hotel and the girls spent a happy two hours looking at the curios in the shop windows and then they had luncheon. Again the sun tried to come out and the party took a carriage to drive to Goat Island. But just as sure as they attempted to get out of the carriage to have a close view of some sight the driver pointed out to them—just that surely would the pattering drops descend and drive them scurrying to shelter. At five o’clock they drove to the train that was to take them to Buffalo where father was to put them on the train for Boston. "I know one thing I’ll never forget about Niagara," said Mary Jane as the train pulled out of the station, "and that is that Niagara Falls is awfully wet!" "And next time we start on a trip," added Mrs. Merrill, "we’ll carry umbrellas instead of packing them." Mr. Merrill waited and had dinner in the Buffalo station with them and then saw them off for Boston before his train for Chicago pulled in. "Have a good time," he called as their train pulled away, "and remember, I shall want to hear everything about Harvard and Class Day and Boston." Mary Jane promised to see and remember every single thing, then she turned back to their section which the porter was already making up for the night. "You don’t have to do a thing for me Mother," she said happily. "’Cause I know how to put my shoes in the hammock and take off my hair ribbon and roll it up and everything. And I’m going right straight to sleep so I can wake up early, early in the morning." "That’s a good idea," agreed Mrs. Merrill, "for early, early in the morning we shall be getting into Boston and Uncle Hal will be there to meet us." *FIRST GLIMPSES OF BOSTON* "Like to be brushed?" Mary Jane turned from the window to see the porter standing by her, brush in hand ready to make her tidy for getting off the train. She looked questioningly at her mother and Mrs. Merrill replied, "Yes, dear, let him brush you off so you will be spick and span when we meet Hal." So Mary Jane followed the porter down to the end of the aisle where he brushed and brushed till there wasn’t a speck of dust on that pretty Peter Thompson suit. Alice and Mrs. Merrill had their turns next, then the porter took their hand baggage down toward the door. "Do we get there now, Mother?" asked Mary Jane, "right away quick now?"