CHAPTER VIII.

ALL ABOARD

There had been such a whirl at the last moment that it was not until they

were on the train and had located their seats on the Pullman, that the

children realized what had happened. Luckily Jane was too much occupied

readjusting her own attitude of mind, and trying to think hastily what

she should do before the train was really on its way, to notice the

disappointment which was plainly depicted on the faces of Julie and

Gerald. They gazed at each other almost in dismay when they heard that

their big sister was to accompany them, but the joy in their brother's

face and manner was all that was needed to reconcile the younger boy.

In the confusion caused by passengers entering the car with porters

carrying their luggage, Gerald managed to draw Julie aside and whisper to

her: "Don't let on we didn't want Jane, not on your life! Dan wanted her,

and this journey's got just one object, Dad says, and that's to help Dan

get well."

But Julie was too terribly disappointed to pretend that she was not. "I

know all that," she half sobbed and turned toward the window across the

aisle, "but I was so happy when I s'posed I was to cook for Dan, and when

you and I were to be the ones to take care of him. But now Jane will get

all the honor and everything, and we'll have to be bossed around worse

than if we were at home, for Dad's there to take our part."

Gerald's clear hazel eyes gazed at his sister rebukingly. "Julie," he

said, with an earnestness far beyond his years, "the train hasn't started

yet and if you'n I are going to think of ourselves we'd better go back

home. Shall we, Julie?"

The little girl shook her head vigorously. "No, no. I don't want to go

home." She clung to the back of a seat as though she feared she were

going to be taken forcibly from the train.

Gerald leaned over to whisper to her, but he first gave her a little kiss

on the ear, then he said: "Julie, you'n I will have oodles of fun up

there in the mountains. If Jane isn't too snappish, I'll be glad she's

along, because, of course, she'll be able to take care of Dan better than

we could." Then suddenly he laughed gleefully.

"I've got it!" he confided to the girl, who had looked around curiously.

She could not imagine how Gerald could laugh when such a tragic thing had

happened. "You're dippy about pretending, Julie. You once said you could

pretend anything you wanted to, and make it seem real. Well, here's your

chance. Every time Jane is snappy, pretend she has said something

pleasant. That'll be a hard one, but for Dan's sake, I'm willing to give

it a try."

Julie's mania had always been "pretending," and she had often wished that

Gerald would play it with her, but he was a matter-of-fact sort of a lad,

and his reply had been that real things were fun enough for him. The

little girl's face brightened. At last her brother was willing to play

her favorite game.

"That will be a hard one," she agreed. Then, as she was lunged against

the boy, she also laughed. "Oh, goodie!" she whispered. "Now the train is

really started--nobody can send us back home. Honest, I was skeered Jane

might want to. She thinks we're so terribly in the way."

Happy as Dan was, because the sister he so loved was to accompany him to

the West, he did not forget the two who had been willing to go with him

and care for him in the beginning, and, as soon as the train was well

under way, he called to the children. "Come here, Julie. I've saved the

window side of my seat for you, and I'm sure Jane will let Gerald sit by

the window on her seat. Now, isn't this jolly?"

The children wedged into the places toward which he was beckoning them.

Julie glanced almost fearfully up at the older girl she had accidentally

jostled in passing, but Jane was gazing out of the window deep in dreams.

Dan noticed his sister-pal's expression. How he hoped she was not

regretting her hasty decision.

His fears were soon dispelled, for Jane turned toward him with a tender

light in her beautiful dark eyes. "Brother," she said, "I have just been

wondering how I can communicate with Marion Starr. She expects to meet me

at the Central Station at four. It is now nearly noon. I should have left

some message for her."

"We must send a telegram to her home when we reach Albany, or sooner, if

we make a stop. I'll ask the conductor. Suppose you write out what you

wish to say." And so Jane took from her valise the very same little

leather covered notebook in which, less than a week before, she had

written a list of the things she would need for a wardrobe to be worn at

the fashionable summer resort at Newport.

Of this Jane did not even think as she wrote, after a thoughtful moment,

the ten words that were needed to tell her best friend that she was on

her way West with her brother Dan, who was ill and who needed her.

The conductor took the message and said that he expected to have an

opportunity to send a telegram in a very short time. The train soon

stopped at a village, where it was evidently flagged, and the young

people saw the station master running from the depot waving a yellow

envelope. The conductor received it, at the same time giving him the

paper on which Jane's message was written. "Please send this at once."

The sound of his voice came to them through Gerald's window. Then the

train started again and had acquired its former speed when the kindly

conductor entered their car. He was reading the telegram he had just

received. Stopping at their seats, he asked: "Are you Daniel Abbott,

accompanied by Jane, Julie and Gerald?"

"We are," the tall lad replied in his friendly manner. "Have you a

message from our father?"

The conductor shook his head. "No, not that. This telegram is from the

president of the railroad telling us that four young people named Abbott

are his guests, and he wishes them to receive every courtesy, and now, as

it is noon, if you will come with me, I will escort you to the diner."

"Oh, but I'm glad," Julie, who treated everyone with frank friendliness,

smiled brightly up into the face of the man whom she just knew must be a

father, he had such kind, understanding eyes. "I'm awful hungry; aren't

you, Gerry?" she whispered, a moment later, as they filed down the aisle

in procession, the conductor first, Jane next, with Dan at the end as

rear guard. Julie tittered and Jane turned to frown at her. Gerry poked

his young sister with the reminder, "Pretend she smiled."

But frowns could not squelch Julie's exuberance when they were seated

about a table in the dining car, which was rapidly filling with their

fellow travelers.

"Ohee, isn't this the jolliest? I'm going to pretend I'm a princess

and----" But the small girl paused and listened. The head waiter was

addressing Jane. "As guests of Mr. Bethel's," he told them, "you may

select whatever you wish from the menu. Kindly write out your orders." He

handed them each an order slip and a pencil and then went on to another

table. Julie gave a little bounce of joy. The "_real_" was so wonderful,

she would not have to pretend. She and Gerald bowed their heads over a

typed menu; and then they began to scribble. Dan, glancing across at

them, smiled good naturedly. "What are you doing, kiddies, copying the

entire menu?" he asked. But Jane remarked rebukingly, "Julie Abbott, do

you wish people to think that you have been starved at home? Tear those

up at once. Here are two others. If you can't make them out properly,

I'll do it for you."

Dan saw a rebellious expression in Julie's eyes, so he suggested, "Let

them try once more, Jane. They can't learn any younger. Just order a few

things at first, Gerry, and then, if you are still hungry, you can have

more."

Such a jolly time as the children had! When the train turned sharply at a

curve and the dishes slid about, Julie laughed outright. She purposely

did not look at Jane. She could pretend her big sister was smiling

easier, if she didn't see the frown. But their fun was just beginning.

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