s, which grew
close by the tracks.

As the train flew on, they came to quiet woods, with little brooks,
and cows resting comfortably in the shade.

There was so much to see, that Clematis could not take her face from
the window a minute.

Farmers were at work in the fields of wheat, and corn, and oats.
They were mowing and raking. Some were throwing hay into the big
carts.

At last they came to a big river that ran along by the track.
Clematis could see people fishing along the banks, and rowing on the
smooth water.

"I hope there is a river in Tilton," she thought.

It was a long time before she thought of the peaches, and
sandwiches. When she did, she knew she was very hungry, so she
opened the bag, and ate, while she watched the river, and fields,
and forests.

One sandwich she broke in halves. She raised the cover of the box a
little, and put one half inside. Then she shut the cover and tied
the string.

"Tilton is the next station," said the conductor, at last.

They went along beside a small river, across a bridge, and the train
stopped at Tilton.

"I guess that little girl is for me," said a tall man with a
pleasant face, as Clematis came down the steps.

"Her tag says Mrs. Alder on it, is that the one?" asked the
conductor.

"That's right. I told Mrs. Alder I would bring her along when I came
from the train."

"Well, here's her bag. She won't let any one touch her box. She
keeps her money in it. Goodby, little girl."

"Too--too--too-too."

The whistle blew, the wheels began to turn, and the long train drew
slowly away.

"Right over here, little girl. Climb right up on the seat. I'll hold
your box."

"Oh, no thank you," said Clematis. "I'll keep it."

Then she looked up at the seat. How was she to climb up there and
hold her box?

Suddenly she was lifted off the ground, and found herself safe on
the high seat.

"That's the way we'll fix it," said the man, with a smile. "Up you
go, money, box, and all."

"Now I want to go up the street about a mile or so, before I take
you to Mrs. Alder. I don't suppose you mind, do you?"

Clematis shook her head. She was happy at the thought of another
ride.

So they drove up a long hill. As they reached the top, the man
stopped his horse, and looked about.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" he said.

Clematis nodded, and looked all about her.

The hill sloped down again into a little valley, where the brook ran
between green meadows.

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