that was true, for Nan was dressed like a little Esquimau. Her coat
had a pointed hood to it; she wore high fur boots, the fur outside. Her
mittens of seal were buttoned to the sleeves of her coat, and she could
thrust her hands, with ordinary gloves on them, right into these warm
receptacles.

Nan thought they were wonderfully served at the hotel where they
stopped, and she liked the maid on her corridor very much, and the boy
who brought the icewater, too. There really was so much to tell Bess
that she began to keep a diary in a little blank-book she bought for
that purpose.

Then the most wonderful thing of all was the message from Papa Sherwood
which arrived just before she and Uncle Henry left the hotel for the
train. It was a "night letter" sent from Buffalo and told her that
Momsey was all right and that they both sent love and would telegraph
once more before their steamship left the dock at New York.

Nan and Uncle Henry drove through the snowy streets to another station
and took the evening train north. They traveled at first by the
Milwaukee Division of the Chicago and Northwestern Railroad; and now
another new experience came Nan's way. Uncle Henry had secured a section
in the sleeping car and each had a berth.

It was just like being put to sleep on a shelf, Nan declared, when the
porter made up the beds at nine o'clock. She climbed into the upper
berth a little later, sure that she would not sleep, and intending to
look out of the narrow window to watch the snowy landscape fly by all
night.

And much to her surprise (only the surprise came in the morning) she
fell fast asleep almost immediately, lulled by the rocking of the huge
car on its springs, and did not arouse until seven o'clock and the car
stood on the siding in the big Wisconsin city.

They hurried to get a northern bound train and were soon off on what
Uncle Henry called the "longest lap" of their journey. The train swept
them up the line of Lake Michigan, sometimes within sight of the shore,
often along the edge of estuaries, particularly following the contour
of Green By, and then into the Wilderness of upper Wisconsin and the
Michigan Peninsula.

On the Peninsula Division of the C. & N. W. they did not travel as fast
as they had been running, and before Hobart Forks was announced on the
last local train they traveled in, Nan Sherwood certainly was tired
of riding by rail. The station was in Marquette County, near the
Schoolcraft lin