“Then I suppose the Lord will have to take her in charge,” she said, with so much concern that the conductor answered, laughingly: “If He don’t the next conductor will. I’ll tell him about her. Don’t you worry.” Thus reassured, Mrs. Baker felt relieved, but stayed by Elithe until her train was ready to start, talking to her through the window, telling her not to be afraid when crossing Detroit River or Suspension Bridge, and to be sure to look at the Falls in the right place and to call on her if she was ever in Chicago. Then she shook both her plump hands as a farewell, and Elithe was left alone to accomplish the rest of her journey, which was done without accident or delay. Everybody was kind to her, from the conductor to the tall brakeman, who got her out upon the boat when crossing the river at Detroit, and took her to the best place for seeing the Falls when nearing Suspension Bridge. Elithe saw a great deal on that journey, and felt herself quite a traveled personage, regretting that she could not at once compare notes with Rob, who had been to Salt Lake City with his father and ever after boasted of his superior knowledge of the world. She saw the Genesee and the beautiful Hudson and went out upon the platform in the moonlight to look at the mountains between Albany and Springfield,—mere hills she called them when compared with the Rockies, and scarcely worth keeping awake to look at. She was very tired by this time, and, returning to her seat, fell into a deep sleep from which she did not waken until the train stopped in Worcester depot. There was only one change more before she reached the boat which was to take her to Oak City, and she made it without mistake, and drew a long breath of relief when she finally left the car at New Bedford and her journey by rail was ended. CHAPTER XIII. ON THE BOAT.