"Of course it will--and finely, too," declared the lady. "Genevieve, you and I will go down there and take one of the girls with us--perhaps Bertha. That will leave your father for one up here, Elsie and Alma for another, and Tilly and Cordelia for the third." "I knew she'd put you with Cordelia," chuckled Bertha to Tilly, under cover of their scramble to pick out their suit-cases from the pile in which the porter had left them. "And I'm sure you ought to be," she laughed. "There'll be some hopes then that you'll be kept in order!" "Just look to yourself," retorted Tilly, serenely. "Mrs. Kennedy put _you_ down there near _her_--remember that!" "I declare, I felt just like an orange," giggled Elsie, "with all that talk about 'sections.'" "I don't see where the shelves are," whispered Cordelia, craning her short little neck to its full extent. "You'll see them all right," promised Tilly. "Just wait till it's dark, then--'The goblins'll get ye if ye don't watch out!'" she quoted, with mock impressiveness. "I feel as if I were ten years old, and playing house," chirped Alma Lane, as she happily frowned over just the proper place for her bag. "I feel as if it were all a dream, and that I shall wake up right at home," breathed Cordelia. "Seems as if it just couldn't be true--that we're really going to Texas! Oh, Genevieve, we can't ever thank you and your father enough," she finished, as Genevieve came up the aisle. "As if we wanted thanks, after what you've done for me!" cried Genevieve. "Besides, you girls can't be half so glad to go as I am to have you!" Some time later the porter began to make up the berths. Tilly nudged Cordelia violently. "There's shelf number one, Cordy. How do you think you'll like it?" she asked. Cordelia was too absorbed even to notice the hated "Cordy." With wide-eyed, breathless interest she was watching the porter. "I think--it's the most wonderful thing--I ever saw," she breathed in an awestruck voice. It was after the car was quiet that night that Genevieve, in her upper berth, pulled apart the heavy curtains and peeped out into the long narrow aisle between the swaying draperies. The train was moving very rapidly. The air was heavy and close. The night was an uncomfortably warm one. Genevieve had been too excited to sleep. Even yet it did not seem quite real--that the Happy Hexagons were all there with her, and that they were going to her far-away Texas home. With a sigh the girl fell back on her pillow, and tried to coax sleep to come to her. But sleep refused to come. Instead, the whole panorama of her Eastern winter unrolled itself before her, peopled with little fairy sprites, who danced with twinkling feet and smiled at her mockingly.