Then amid farewells and good wishes the train moved slowly out of the station, and the inmates of Car Forty-seven proceeded to “go to housekeeping,” as Mrs. Dayton expressed it, and to settle themselves and their belongings in these new quarters.  Mrs. Ashe and Amy, it was decided, should occupy the state-room, and the other ladies were to dress there when it was convenient.  Sections were assigned to everybody,—­Clover’s opposite Phil’s so that she might hear him if he needed anything in the night; and Mr. Dayton called for all the bonnets and hats, and amid much laughter proceeded to pin up each in thick folds of newspaper, and fasten it on a hook not to be taken down till the end of the journey.  Mabel’s feathered turban took its turn with the rest, at Amy’s particular request.  Dust was the main thing to be guarded against, and Katy, having been duly forewarned, had gone out in the morning, and bought for herself and Clover soft hats of whity-gray felt and veils of the same color, like those which Mrs. Dayton and Polly had provided for the journey, and which had the advantage of being light as well as unspoilable.

But there was no dust that first morning, as the train ran smoothly across the fertile prairies of Illinois first, and then of Iowa, between fields dazzling with the fresh green of wheat and rye, and waysides studded with such wild-flowers as none of them had ever seen or dreamed of before.  Pink spikes and white and vivid blue spikes; masses of brown and orange cups, like low-growing tulips; ranks of beautiful vetches and purple lupines; escholtzias, like immense sweeps of golden sunlight; wild sweet peas; trumpet-shaped blossoms whose name no one knew,—­all flung broadcast over the face of the land, and in such stintless quantities that it dazzled the mind to think of as it did the eyes to behold them.  The low-lying horizons looked infinitely far off; the sense of space was confusing.  Here and there appeared a home-stead, backed with a “break-wind” of thickly-planted trees; but the general impression was of vast, still distance, endless reaches of sky, and uncounted flowers growing for their own pleasure and with no regard for human observation.

In studying Car Forty-seven, Katy was much impressed by the thoroughness of Mrs. Dayton’s preparations for the comfort of her party.  Everything that could possibly be needed seemed to have been thought of,—­pins, cologne, sewing materials, all sorts of softening washes for the skin, to be used on the alkaline plains, sponges to wet and fasten into the crown of hats, other sponges to breathe through, medicines of various kinds, sticking-plaster, witch-hazel and arnica, whisk brooms, piles of magazines and novels, telegraph blanks, stationery.  Nothing seemed forgotten.  Clover said that it reminded her of the mother of the Swiss Family Robinson and that wonderful bag out of which everything was produced that could be thought of, from a grand piano to a bottle of pickles; and after that “Mrs. Robinson” became Mrs. Dayton’s pet name among her fellow-travellers.  She adopted it cheerfully; and her “wonderful bag” proving quite as unfailing and trustworthy as that of her prototype, the title seemed justified.