"
"Do they think the Brewsters run a limousine, or do they mean a sewing-
machine?" asked Mrs. Stewart, guilelessly.
Anne laughed again at her mother's innocent expression, but Mrs.
Stewart added: "I told you no good would come of transplanting hot-
house flowers to an old-fashioned roundel."
"I can picture Bob Maynard hiking from Oak Creek Station to Pebbly
Pit--most likely she will wear French heeled shoes!" said Anne, and she
laughed so merrily that waiting passengers in the dingy cars glanced
from the tiny windows and felt better for the contagious laughter.
"Oh, my dear! You won't think of making those city girls start training
with such a hard lesson, will you?" cried Mrs. Stewart, who understood
the reason Mr. Maynard had for this outing.
"Bless your dear heart, no! I'll send the wagon for them, but I
wondered what would happen in case they _had_ to walk!"
"Well, I'm thankful I'm not in Mr. Maynard's shoes when those girls
find out what they will have to do _without_ all summer."
"Nolla will be in her glory--" began Anne, when the conductor hurried
over to the two women.
"Going by this train, ladies?"
"Good-by, mother. I'll write all about the reception," laughed Anne,
hurriedly kissing her mother and giving her a hug.
"All aboard!" shouted the brakeman, as the tardy passenger mounted the
steep steps and waved her hand at Mrs. Stewart.
It was a ride of about seventy miles and Anne thoroughly enjoyed
reviewing every landmark as she passed it by.
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