Mary Jane - Her Visit

Mary Jane - Her Visit

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MARY JANE--HER VISIT
by
CLARA INGRAM JUDSON
Author of "Mary Jane--Her Book," "Mary Jane's Kindergarten," "Mary
Jane Down South," "Mary Jane's City Home," "Mary Jane in New
England," etc.
Illustrated by Frances White
Publishers Barse & Hopkins New York, N. Y. Newark, N. J.
1918

[Frontispiece: "'Thirty minutes to Glenville!' the voice of the porter
said."]

CONTENTS
MARY JANE'S ARRIVAL EXPLORING THE FARM THE HUNT
FOR EGGS THE MYSTERIOUS BUNDLES GARDENING WITH
GRANDFATHER THE GARDEN THIEF MARY JANE'S FAMILY
COUSIN JOHN'S VISIT GRANDFATHER'S TREAT LEARNING
TO COOK THE STRAWBERRY SOCIABLE BURR HOUSES
EARNING MONEY THE PICNIC AT FLATROCK HOME AGAIN

ILLUSTRATIONS
"'Thirty minutes to Glenville!' the voice of the porter said" . . . . .
(Frontispiece)
"'We'll make a pattern and cut out our pieces--there's a lot to
quilt-making'"
"There, before their eyes were the rabbits, five of them"
"There were the berry bushes--fairly loaded with shining black-berries"

MARY JANE'S ARRIVAL
It seemed to Mary Jane that some magic must have been at work to
change the world during the night she slept on the train. All the country
she knew had hills and valleys and many creeks and woods of pine
trees. But when she waked up in the morning and peeped out of the
window of her berth, she saw great wide fields and woods that seemed
always far away. And the occasional creek that the train rumbled over
was small and could be seen a long way off, coming across the fields
toward the railroad. And the roads! How funny they were! They came
straight and white toward the train, each just exactly as smooth and as
regular as the one before.
To be sure the country was pretty; yellow buttercups and bright blue
flowers bloomed along the track and the fields looked fresh and green
in the morning sun.
"I think I'm going to like it anyway, even if the hills are all smoothed
out," said Mary Jane as she looked at it thoughtfully, "and maybe I'd

better put on my shoes and stockings." She rummaged in the funny
little hammock that hung over her window, found the shoes and
stockings and put them on, and was just wondering if it was time to
dress when she heard Dr. Smith's voice outside.
"Yes, Sambo, I'm awake," he was saying, "and you may call the young
lady."
Before Mary Jane had had time to wonder who the "young lady" might
be, there was a great shaking of her curtain and the voice of the porter
said, "Thirty minutes to Glenville!"
Quick as a flash Mary Jane stuck her head out between the curtains and
replied, "That's where my great grandmother lives and I'm going to see
her!"
The porter was vastly surprised ("I guess he thought I was going to
sleep all day!" thought Mary Jane scornfully), but before he had a
chance to reply anything, Dr. Smith called across, "Good morning,
Mary Jane! How did you sleep?"
"All the night, just like I do at home," answered Mary Jane, "except one
time when they bumped something into my bed--what was it, do you
'spose?"
"Most like they put on a new engine," said Dr. Smith. "Now, how long
will it take you to dress, my dear?"
"Just a tinny while," said Mary Jane, "because I've got my shoes and
stockings on now. And when may I wash my face and you put on my
hair ribbon?"
Dr. Smith stepped out from his berth and looked at Mary Jane in
dismay.
"You may wash your face any time you like, my dear," he said, "but I
can't tie your hair ribbon. I don't know how!"
Mary Jane laughed at the funny face he made and then she smiled in
her most motherly fashion. "Then it's a good thing I forgot and left it on
last night," she said, "and don't you worry, I can perk it up and make it
look real tidy."
"You're a good little traveler," complimented Dr. Smith. "I'll take you
along again. Now let's