quite a pleasant walk to the
station. Mr. George had all his clothes in a light and small valise
which he could carry very easily in his hand. Some of Rollo's clothes
were in this valise, too, and the rest were in a small carpet bag.
Waldron's were in a carpet bag, too. Besides these things there were
some coats and umbrellas to be carried in the hand, and Mr. George and
Rollo had each a knapsack, which they had bought in Switzerland. These
knapsacks were hung at their sides. They were light, for at this time
there was very little in them.

Rollo and Waldron stopped once in the street to inquire if they were on
the right way to the station; and finding that they were, they went on,
and soon arrived at the gateway. They went in at a spacious entrance,
and thence ascended a long and very wide flight of stairs, which led to
the second story. There they found an area, covered with a glass roof,
and surrounded with offices of various kinds pertaining to the station.
In the centre was a train of cars, with a locomotive at the head of it,
apparently all ready for a start. Passengers were walking to and fro on
the platform, and getting into the carriages.

On one side was a book stand, where a boy was selling books. There was a
counter before, and shelves against the walls behind. The shelves were
filled with books. These books were in fancy-colored paper bindings, and
seemed to consist chiefly of guide books and tales, and other similar
works suited to the wants of travellers.

Mr. George laid his valise down upon a bench near by, and began to look
at the books. Waldron and Rollo put their baggage down in the same way,
and followed his example.

While they were standing there they saw Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy and the two
girls coming up the stairs. They were accompanied by a porter.

Mrs. Kennedy stopped a moment to speak to Waldron as she went by.

"Now, Waldron," said she, "you must be very careful, and not get into
any difficulty. Keep close to Mr. George all the time, and don't get run
over when you get in and out of the cars. You had better button up your
jacket. It is very damp, and you will take cold, I am afraid."

So saying, she began to button up Waldron's jacket in front, giving it
a pull this way and that to make it set better.

"Don't, mother!" said Waldron. "I'm so hot."

So he shook his shoulders a little uneasily, and tried to turn away. But
his mother insisted that his jacket should be buttoned up, at le