Marian, sorry she had spoken, dropped from sight in the high-backed seat. There was a lump in her throat and so deep a longing for the Home she had left it was hard to keep the tears back. Just then an old man began snoring so loud the passengers smiled and Marian laughed in spite of herself. Having laughed once she grew more cheerful. There were green fields and bits of woodland to be seen from the car windows, cows, sheep, bright flowers growing along the track, country roads and little children playing in their yards, sitting on fences and waving their hands to the passing train. Wonderful sights for a child straight from the Little Pilgrims' Home in a big city. Uncle George, growing tired of his paper, crossed the aisle and sat down beside his niece. Marian looked up with a happy smile. "I wish the cars would stop where the flowers grow," she said, "I'd like to pick some." "The cars will stop where the flowers grow," answered the man. "When we get home you will live among the flowers; Marian, will you like that?" "Oh, goody!" the child exclaimed. "Oh, I am so glad! May I pick some flowers?" "Indeed you may, and we'll go to the woods where the wild flowers are. Were you ever in the woods?" Marian shook her head. "I've been in the Public Gardens and on the Common, though, and I know all about woods." "Who told you about the woods?" "Nanna--Mrs. Moore." "Was she your nurse?" "Yes, Uncle George, she was my everybody. I love her more than anybody else in the world. She is the prettiest, nicest one in the Home." "See here, little girl," interrupted the man, "will you promise me something?" "Why, yes, what is it?" "I want you to do me this one favor. Don't tell any one you were ever in an orphan's home." The child was silent. "What will I talk about?" she finally asked. Uncle George laughed. "Take my advice and don't say much about anything," was his suggestion. "You'll find it the easiest way to get along. But whatever you talk about, don't mention that Home." Later, Aunt Amelia added a word on the same subject, but in a manner so harsh Marian became convinced that to have lived in an orphan asylum was a disgrace equal perhaps to a prison record. She determined never to mention the Home for Little Pilgrims. Janey Clark must have known what she was talking about and even Mrs. Moore, when questioned, had admitted that if she had a little girl it would make her feel sad to know she lived in a Home. Before the journey was ended Marian was thankful that relatives had claimed her. Perhaps if she tried hard, she might be able to win Aunt Amelia's love. She would be a good little girl and do her best.