MARY JANE--HER VISIT***
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MARY JANE--HER VISIT
by
CLARA INGRAM JUDSON
Author of "Mary Jane--Her Book," "Mary Jane's Kindergarten," "Mary Jane Down South," "Mary Jane's City Home," "Mary Jane in New England," etc.
Illustrated by Frances White
Publishers Barse & Hopkins New York, N. Y. Newark, N. J.
1918
[Frontispiece: "'Thirty minutes to Glenville!' the voice of the porter said."]
CONTENTS
MARY JANE'S ARRIVAL EXPLORING THE FARM THE HUNT FOR EGGS THE MYSTERIOUS BUNDLES GARDENING WITH GRANDFATHER THE GARDEN THIEF MARY JANE'S FAMILY COUSIN JOHN'S VISIT GRANDFATHER'S TREAT LEARNING TO COOK THE STRAWBERRY SOCIABLE BURR HOUSES EARNING MONEY THE PICNIC AT FLATROCK HOME AGAIN
ILLUSTRATIONS
"'Thirty minutes to Glenville!' the voice of the porter said" . . . . . (Frontispiece)
"'We'll make a pattern and cut out our pieces--there's a lot to quilt-making'"
"There, before their eyes were the rabbits, five of them"
"There were the berry bushes--fairly loaded with shining black-berries"
MARY JANE'S ARRIVAL
It seemed to Mary Jane that some magic must have been at work to change the world during the night she slept on the train. All the country she knew had hills and valleys and many creeks and woods of pine trees. But when she waked up in the morning and peeped out of the window of her berth, she saw great wide fields and woods that seemed always far away. And the occasional creek that the train rumbled over was small and could be seen a long way off, coming across the fields toward the railroad. And the roads! How funny they were! They came straight and white toward the train, each just exactly as smooth and as regular as the one before.
To be sure the country was pretty; yellow buttercups and bright blue flowers bloomed along the track and the fields looked fresh and green in the morning sun.
"I think I'm going to like it anyway, even if the hills are all smoothed out," said Mary Jane as she looked at it thoughtfully, "and maybe I'd better put on my shoes and stockings." She rummaged in the funny little hammock that hung over her window, found the shoes and stockings and put them on, and was just wondering if it was time to dress when she heard Dr. Smith's voice outside.
"Yes, Sambo, I'm awake," he was saying, "and you may call the young lady."
Before Mary Jane had had time to wonder who the "young lady" might be, there was a great shaking of her curtain and the voice of the porter said, "Thirty minutes to Glenville!"
Quick as a flash Mary Jane stuck her head out between the curtains and replied, "That's where my great grandmother lives and I'm going to see her!"
The porter was vastly surprised ("I guess he thought I was going to sleep all day!" thought Mary Jane scornfully), but before he had a chance to reply anything, Dr. Smith called across, "Good morning, Mary Jane! How did you sleep?"
"All the night, just like I do at home," answered Mary Jane, "except one time when they bumped something into my bed--what was it, do you 'spose?"
"Most like they put on a new engine," said Dr. Smith. "Now, how long will it take you to dress, my dear?"
