“Boys,” lectured Lydia, “I understand how exciting it is to see the train and want to ride on it, but the conductor won’t stand for a couple of wild little barefoot Indians running down the aisles disturbing the paying passengers.”
“Can we be pass-a-gers, Mama?” said George. “I wanna ride the train.”
She heard a laugh and looked up to see Duncan’s now smiling eyes on her again, this time with a large trunk sitting beside him. “Tell me, boys, what big city would you like to visit and what do you want to do there?”
“Louisville,” George said immediately.
Joe shook his head. “No, George, we should go all the way to Chicago.”
“Chicago!” said the stranger. “Good choice. Not that Louisville isn’t nice, but nothing compares to the Windy City. You boys want to hear all about it? I live in Chic
