the upper berth and Helen in the lower.

The car was air conditioned and they slept restfully, neither one of
them awakening until they were in the outskirts of Chicago.

"What are you going to wear today?" asked Helen, stretching luxuriously
between the crisp, cool sheets.

"My corduroy dress," said Janet. "It's excellent for travel; comfortable
and it won't muss easily."

"That appeals to me," replied Helen, slipping out of bed and starting to
dress while Janet lowered herself out of the upper.

The train was past Englewood by the time they were dressed and their
porter came in to take their bags.

"Going to wear a hat?" asked Janet.

"Not with this dress; I haven't anything that goes well with it."

Janet tipped the porter and a red cap, waiting on the platform, took
their bags. Their New York train was only four tracks away and would
depart within an hour so their bags were taken directly to the Pullman,
where another drawing room had been reserved for the Chicago-New York
trip.

After making sure that their bags were in the drawing room, Janet and
Helen went into the great, high ceilinged dining room in the station.
They enjoyed a hearty breakfast of delicious country ham and eggs with
crisp toast and a cool glass of milk.

Janet bought several morning papers and they returned to the train shed.
Trains which had been rushing across the plains all night in their dash
for Chicago were still arriving, while on other tracks long strings of
coaches, ready to start carrying passengers away from the city, were
being backed down the tracks.

Re-entering their New York train, they found seats in the luxurious
limousine-lounge car at the rear of the train where the observation
platform was enclosed in glass. A radio was tuned softly and all of the
latest magazines were available.

Travel was light that day and at the start of the trip they were the
only ones in the lounge car as the train rolled smoothly out of the
station.

There was a brief pause at Englewood, then they were off again, picking
up speed as the train skirted the southern edge of Lake Michigan where
great industrial plants were perched along the shore and lake freighters
seemed to spring out of the prairie as the rails crossed canals.

At lunch time they were well into Indiana. Only a few more passengers
had boarded the train and they had the dining car practically to
themselves.

As the afternoon advanced they dipped into Ohio and stops we