"And Bridget?" "Asleep in her room. This is Maggie's afternoon out: Bridget _always_ sleeps when Maggie isn't here to tease her." "What is James doing?" "I guess he's taking a nap on the hat-rack. He does, sometimes." "Very well, the coast seems to be clear. Put the bundle in the furnace, see that it catches on fire. Also, please see that you don't." "I've _cooked_," laughed Jeanne, "and I've never yet cooked _myself_." In five minutes, Jeanne was back. "James is snoring," said she. "He does that only when Aunt Agatha is _very_ far away. Listen! He does lovely snores!" "Did the trash burn?" "Every scrap," replied Jeanne. "I opened the furnace door, after a minute or two to see. The fire was pretty hot and they burned right up." "It is foolish," said her grandfather, "to keep old letters--and old vows." During the Easter vacation, the Huntingtons entertained a visitor, an attractive lad of fifteen, whose home was in Chicago. His name was Allen Rossiter. "He's sort of a cousin," explained Harold. "His grandfather and my grandfather were brothers." Jeanne decided that Allen was a pleasant "sort of a cousin." A fair, clean-looking lad with wide-awake blue eyes, Allen was tall for his age and very manly. "I've heard a lot about you," said Jeanne, the day Allen paid his first visit to old Mr. Huntington. "You've been here before, haven't you?" "Yes. You see, my father's a railroad man, so, naturally, I have to practice traveling because I'm going to be one, too. I've learned how to order a meal on the train and have _almost_ enough left to tip the porter." "You've accomplished a great deal," smiled Mr. Huntington. "More than that," said Allen. "I know how to read a time-table. How to tell which trains are A.M.'s and which are P.M.'s. Which ones are fast and which are slow. Here's a time-card--I have ten lovely folders in my pocket. Tell me where you want to go, Jeannette, and I'll show you just how to do it." "To Bancroft," said Jeanne. "It's 'way, 'way up on Lake Superior." "Here's a map. Now, where is it?" "About there," said Jeanne. "Yes, that's it." "And here's the right time-card. You go direct to Chicago--" "I know that," said Jeanne. "But you want a fast train. Here's a dandy. It starts at 9:30 P.M. That's at night, you know. You are in Chicago at noon. The first train out of there for Bancroft leaves at eight o'clock at night. Then you change at Negaunee--" "_That's_ easy," said Jeanne. "You just walk across the station and say: 'Is this the train to Bancroft?' Daddy told me always to _ask_. But what do I do in Chicago? That's the hardest part." "You go from this station to _this_ one. Here are the names, do you see? There, I've marked them. I'll tell you what I'll do. You telegraph and I'll meet you and put you aboard the right train. When do you start?" "Just three years and three months from now, right after school closes."