The girls and Mr. and Mrs. Stonington were driving in a big
canopy-topped carriage along a Florida road, toward the orange grove on
the outskirts of the town of Bentonville. Their journey was over and at
last they were in Florida.
"Oh, see the magnolias!" cried Grace, as they passed a tree in full
bloom, the fragrance being almost overpowering. "They are just like
those the boys sold us when the train stopped."
"Only they smell much sweeter," said Betty.
"Yes, almost too sweet," added Mollie.
Their trip had been practically without incident, and certainly without
accident. There had been one or two delays, caused by various small
happenings, but finally they had steamed into the junction station,
where they took a way train for Bentonville.
This last was a short trip, the one in the compartment car, without
change, having been rather monotonous. And yet not dull, for the girls
found much to talk about, to speculate upon and to wonder at.
The snow, the cold and biting winds had gradually been left behind, and
Nature, coy and uncertain at first, had, with the advance into the
South, grown bolder.
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