<h2 id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII<br/> <span class="smaller">ABOUT BOSTON</span></h2>
<p>You may be sure that Lucy and Dora
did not oversleep next morning. For
supper there had been pink ice-cream
and a proper birthday cake with nine pink
candles, and the holiday feeling lasted all
night.</p>
<p>Father took them to the station and put
them on the train. He spoke to the conductor
and then to Lucy.</p>
<p>“Now, Lucy,” he said, “if Miss Chandler is
not on the platform where the train comes in,
you and Dora are to walk right back to the
car where you got off, and this gentleman will
bring you home on his next train.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“But, Father,” said Dora, “Aunt Margaret
will be there. She <em>said</em> she would meet
us.”</p>
<p>“Yes, I know,” said Father, “and I think
she will be waiting. This is so you will know
what to do if anything happens to prevent her
being there.”</p>
<p>Father kissed them and the conductor
said, “All aboard!” Father stepped off
quickly.</p>
<p>Neither Lucy nor Dora often went on a
train. They traveled so seldom that it was
great fun to see the farmhouses and cows and
hens as the train scurried past, and to watch
the telegraph poles swooping down to gather
up their wires.</p>
<p>Before long, the farms grew fewer, and the
houses came closer together and instead of having
only two tracks, one for the trains going
to Boston and the other for trains going in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
opposite direction, there were many tracks on
both sides, with engines puffing past or cars
standing in long lines.</p>
<p>Quite soon the trainman came and took their
suit-case. Lucy looked at it anxiously for it
contained a clean white dress for her and one
for Dora. These were to be worn on Sunday
if Aunt Margaret wished to take them to
church. Lucy was not sure what the man
meant to do with the suit-case.</p>
<p>Dora did not notice his taking it. The train
was moving across a bridge with water coming
quite close on either side. In the air, gulls
were flying, and in the distance she could see
some big ships.</p>
<p>The trainman saw that Lucy looked troubled.
“The conductor told me to take this,”
he said. “I’ll go with you to meet the party
you are looking for.”</p>
<p>Lucy didn’t know what he meant. “But we<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</SPAN></span>
aren’t going to a party,” she said shyly. “We
are going to meet Aunt Margaret.”</p>
<p>The trainman smiled. “I’ll help you meet
her,” he said, and he looked so pleasant that
Lucy was willing he should take the suit-case.</p>
<p>When the train stopped, the children followed
the other people to the door and there
the trainman stood with the suit-case. He
lifted Dora down and took Lucy by the elbow
to help her just as he did the grown-up ladies.
Then he walked with them down a long platform.</p>
<p>Lucy and Dora were glad that he came with
them. The train was standing under a big
shed with a very high roof and many people
were hurrying about. Huge engines snorted
and made so much noise that it seemed most
confusing.</p>
<p>Miss Chandler stood by the gate which let
the people through from the train-shed into the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
other part of the station. She kissed the little
girls and thanked the kind trainman for helping
them find her.</p>
<p>The first thing was to dispose of the suit-case.
Miss Chandler called a messenger-boy
and sent him to take it to her rooms.</p>
<p>“Now,” she said to the children, “we will go
by the elevated train.”</p>
<p>Lucy and Dora had read about the elevated
railways in big cities, but neither had been on
one. They went through the big station and
up some steps and through a turnstile and
along a corridor above a street where the
trucks and electric cars were, and up some
more steps to a platform. Soon a train of cars
came, but it did not have a smoky engine. This
train ran by electricity.</p>
<p>“Is this the evelated train?” asked Dora.</p>
<p>“Yes, this is the elevated,” said Miss Chandler,
laughing. “We will step into this car.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>In half a minute the train was again moving,
but the children were surprised because it did
not stay on the tracks above the street. Instead,
it promptly plunged underground, into
a lighted tunnel which ran under the street instead
of above it.</p>
<p>“It is a funny kind of elevated train which
runs underground, isn’t it?” said Miss Chandler.
“But it does in Boston.”</p>
<p>Lucy and Dora thought it was odd, but they
liked the brightly lighted stations where the
train stopped. Quite soon, Miss Chandler said
they would get out.</p>
<p>When they left the car they were still underground
and climbed many stairs before seeing
daylight. When they came out, it was on
a sidewalk in the midst of tall buildings, much
higher than any in the city where Mother went
shopping. The streets were very narrow and
at almost every crossing stood a policeman. He<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</SPAN></span>
told the automobiles to stop and let people
cross the street, or he told the people to wait on
the sidewalk until it was safe for them to come.
Everybody did exactly what he told them to
do.</p>
<p>“I think it is very kind of that policeman to
stand there and help the people,” said Dora.</p>
<p>Miss Chandler smiled. “Do you, Dora?”
she asked. “He says we may cross now.”</p>
<p>Such wonderful shop-windows! Lucy and
Dora were really obliged to stop and look, for
they had never imagined anything so beautiful.
One big window was draped with silks of different
shades of orange and flame.</p>
<p>“Is it a fairy palace?” asked Dora. “It is
like a story I read once.”</p>
<p>No, it was not a palace, only a big shop and
people could go in and buy those very silks if
they liked. Miss Chandler let the children look
in a number of windows and then she called<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</SPAN></span>
their attention to an open space across the
street.</p>
<p>“Let us go over on the Common,” she said.
“Perhaps the squirrels will come to be
fed.”</p>
<p>Directly across from the beautiful shops was
a big park with great elms and green grass and
seats where men and women were sitting.
When the children entered, they saw three fat
gray squirrels with bushy tails climbing over
a man who sat on one of the seats.</p>
<p>“They know he has nuts for them,” said
Miss Chandler.</p>
<p>The man saw the children looking at him.
He drew his hand from his pocket and it contained
some peanuts.</p>
<p>“Would you like to feed the squirrels?” he
asked.</p>
<p>“Will they bite?” asked Lucy.</p>
<p>“Not if you don’t scare them. Don’t touch<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</SPAN></span>
them nor try to grab them, but just hold the
nut in your fingers.”</p>
<p>“Thank you,” said Lucy and took one nut.</p>
<p>“May we?” Dora asked Miss Chandler, and
when she smiled, Dora took a nut and thanked
the man.</p>
<p>The squirrels came at once. Dora shivered a
little when her squirrel put its paws about her
fingers to steady the nut. Its wee hands felt
so queer!</p>
<p>The third squirrel sat on the man’s knee and
nibbled a peanut. When it was eaten, it put its
paws over its heart in a beseeching way. As
well as it knew how, it was begging for another.</p>
<p>Perhaps it was lucky that the man did not
have many peanuts, for Lucy and Dora would
have stayed until they were all gone. When
there were no more, they thanked the man
again and followed Miss Chandler across the
Common.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus3.jpg" width-obs="440" height-obs="650" alt="" /> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">Dora shivered a little when the squirrel put its paws about her fingers</span>—<SPAN href="#Page_102"><i>Page 102.</i></SPAN></p> </div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Who takes care of the squirrels in the
winter?” asked Lucy. “Who would feed
them if the people didn’t?”</p>
<p>“The park commissioners feed them,” said
Miss Chandler. “Did you know that the
State legislature of Massachusetts once
stopped some important work to provide for a
family of orphan gray squirrels on Boston
Common?”</p>
<p>“Did they really?” asked Lucy.</p>
<p>“They really did. So you see that the
squirrels would be looked after even if people
didn’t like to feed them with peanuts. Did you
ever hear of the Frog Pond?”</p>
<p>“I have,” said Lucy eagerly. “I have just
studied about it in my history class. Dora
hasn’t had history yet, but we can tell her.”</p>
<p>Dora looked at the small pond before them.
She didn’t see any frogs.</p>
<p>“Just think, Dora,” said Miss Chandler,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</SPAN></span>
“that pond has been here since the first people
came to Boston. The boys always slide on it
in winter. Once during the Revolutionary
War, British soldiers camped on the Common.
They spoiled the ice where the children wanted
to slide.”</p>
<p>“I know what happened,” said Lucy
proudly. “The general in command of the
British army was a very cross man, but the
boys didn’t care if he was. They went
straight and told him what the soldiers had
done. And the General said they were to let
the slide alone. Didn’t he, Aunt Margaret?”</p>
<p>“He did,” said Miss Chandler.</p>
<p>Dora looked respectfully at the Frog Pond.
There were better places in Westmore for
sliding when winter came, but it was interesting
to know that children had played with the
Frog Pond ever since there were any children
in Boston to play there.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Beyond the Common lay a pretty park,
called the Public Garden, and here they came
to a larger body of water with white birds
swimming on it. Some were ducks and some
were swans, and the children stopped to watch
them. Miss Chandler kept looking at a
wooden platform not far away. Part of
it was on the bank and part floated on the
water.</p>
<p>Presently a boat came in sight, but it was
like no boat Lucy and Dora had ever seen. It
was not like the launch on World’s End Pond
nor like the one at the beach. It looked like
a tremendous great bird, floating lightly on the
water.</p>
<p>“Would you like to go in the swan boat?”
asked Miss Chandler.</p>
<p>Would they like to! Dora and Lucy could
hardly speak for joy. But Dora asked one
question.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“There won’t be any waves, will there?”
she inquired anxiously. “Not to tip the swan
about?”</p>
<p>“It will be perfectly smooth,” said Miss
Chandler, and it was. Dora enjoyed every
second she spent in the swan boat.</p>
<p>Next, Miss Chandler took them to the Boston
Public Library. The children were very
fond of the library in Westmore, but they had
never imagined a library as big as this great
building. Miss Chandler told them that Boston
was a large city and the people needed
many books to read.</p>
<p>They stayed a long time in the Public Library.
In it were many rooms and in some
were beautiful paintings. To see them, they
climbed a marble stair where great lions kept
guard. Dora at once revised her ideas of fairy
palaces. If only that windowful of silks could
be hung on the walls of the marble stair, it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span>
would be better than any palace of which she
had read.</p>
<p>On the walls of one room were paintings
about Sir Galahad. Lucy and Dora knew his
story and how he went to seek the Holy Grail.
Miss Chandler explained each painting.</p>
<p>Then she took them into a pleasant room
with low bookcases and small tables and chairs
and told them that it belonged to the children
of Boston. All the books on the shelves were
books which children liked to read.</p>
<p>Dora looked at the shelves carefully. It
would be nice to have a library just for children,
with no grown-ups at all. Still, the
Westmore library was nice, and a little town
didn’t need a big library like Boston. Some of
the books she saw on the shelves were in the
children’s corner of the Westmore library.</p>
<p>“Now I think it is time for luncheon,” said
Miss Chandler. “We will have it rather early<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span>
because I have a plan for this afternoon and I
don’t want you to get too tired.”</p>
<p>Lucy and Dora had not thought about eating,
but now it was mentioned, they both felt
hungry.</p>
<p>Miss Chandler stopped an electric car near
the library. To the amusement of the children,
after running a few blocks down a wide
street, the car dived underground. Cars in
Boston seemed to have this habit.</p>
<p>When they came out of the subway they
were in a different part of town, one which was
crowded with people and had many large
stores.</p>
<p>Miss Chandler took them into one of these
stores and up in an elevator to where there
was a restaurant with music playing.</p>
<p>First they washed their hands and smoothed
their hair and then sat at a pretty round table
with two pink asters in a vase.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>In every direction were tables with people
eating luncheon. The waitresses wore gray
linen uniforms and white caps, and boys in
white suits carried away trays of used dishes.
The place was so large and strange that Dora
was glad Miss Chandler was with them.</p>
<p>“What would you like for lunch?” Miss
Chandler asked.</p>
<p>“Ice-cream, please,” said Lucy.</p>
<p>“Oh, yes!” said Dora. “I would like that
best of anything, Aunt Margaret.”</p>
<p>“We will have ice-cream for dessert,” said
Miss Chandler, “but we must eat something
else first.”</p>
<p>Neither Lucy nor Dora cared especially
what they had for lunch. There was too much
to see for them to feel interested in the paper
which had printed on it the things to eat.</p>
<p>“We will have fricasseed chicken and baked
potatoes and rolls,” said Miss Chandler. “I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</SPAN></span>
will have some coffee and you girls shall have
milk. Then we will all order ice-cream.”</p>
<p>The luncheon came on pretty dishes and the
chicken was gay with green parsley. The potatoes
sat in white paper boats. Most unusual
of all, each lump of sugar for Miss Chandler’s
coffee came wrapped in smooth white paper.</p>
<p>Miss Chandler said she did not use sugar in
her coffee and that the children might each
have one lump. Lucy ate hers while waiting
for the ice-cream, but Dora tucked hers into a
coat pocket. She thought she would take it to
Mother.</p>
<p>“What is the nice plan for the afternoon,
Aunt Margaret?” Lucy asked when she had
finished her chocolate ice-cream. Dora’s ice-cream
was strawberry and Miss Chandler’s
vanilla.</p>
<p>But the afternoon of that day must have a
chapter to itself.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</SPAN></span></p>
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