e
Princess. "Come with me, Mary Louise." Then curtseying to the King,
they swam up the water stairway to the room of the little mermaid.

The next morning found Mary Louise and the Mermaid Princess waiting
anxiously at the station for the Iceberg Express. On the platform they
recognized among the passengers their little friend, the Star Fish. In
a few minutes the express thundered into the station. "Watch your
step!" yelled the Polar Bear Porter as he helped Mary Louise and the
Princess on board. Then with a rush and a roar the Iceberg Express
started on its journey for the Mountains of the Sea!

The Wreck

Mary Louise and the Mermaid Princess settled themselves back
comfortably in their seats and looked about them. The Iceberg Express
certainly had every convenience. Of course almost everything was made
of ice. But, then, so is most everything in a Pullman car made of
steel. There was really very little difference except that the ice was
much prettier, it was so clear and white, and the moss cushions that
covered the seats were soft and springy. The crystal chandeliers that
hung from the ceiling were resplendent with little twinkling lights,
and the curtains at the ice-paned windows were made of the thinnest
spun ice threads. Even the little drinking cups that were packed in a
column, one within the other, at the ice water tank, were made of thin
ice.

"I don't feel the least bit cold," said Mary Louise, turning with a
laugh to her mermaid friend. "Do you?"

"Not the least bit," she replied.

"It's so different, though, from the first train we were on," continued
Mary Louise. "It isn't anything like it really. Why, the first train
was only an ordinary iceberg, don't you remember?"

"That's because we never went inside," replied the mermaid. "We didn't
have the opportunity, the explosion came so soon."

"That's so," agreed Mary Louise. "The only think I distinctly remember
is the Polar Bear porter calling out to be careful, and then the awful
explosion. After that we were in the water and there was nothing
around us but cracked ice."

"Dining car in the rear," announced the Polar Bear porter, walking down
the isle with a menu card held gracefully in his paw. "Last call for
the dining car!"

"Goodness!" exclaimed Mary Louise. "Let's hurry, or we won't be able
to get anything to eat, and I always love to eat in a dining car."

Jumping up from the seat, she and the Princess swam down