“I think there aren’t any hills because here we are!” exclaimed Mary Jane happily as Grandfather stopped the car by the side steps.

Quick as a minute Dr. Smith jumped her out of the car and Grandmother Hodges, for it really was she, just as Mary Jane had guessed, gave her a hug and a dozen kisses and Mary Jane felt at home from that minute.

“Now don’t bother about that trunk,” said Grandmother briskly.  “It can wait!  I don’t know what Dr. Smith promised we’d have for breakfast this morning, but griddle cakes and honey are what I have ready.  Come right on in, Dr. Smith.”

She took off Mary Jane’s coat and hat and laid them on the couch in the living-room, and then they all went in to what Mary Jane thought was the best breakfast she had ever eaten in all her five years.  There were bananas and cream, oh, such good cream; and eggs and bacon and griddle cakes and honey.  Mary Jane had never eaten honey on griddle cakes before, and she liked it so well that they quite lost count of the number she ate!

“If you go on as you’re beginning,” laughed Dr. Smith, “you’ll be so big and fat by the time you go home that I’ll have to go along with you and tell them you’re Mary Jane Merrill, that’s what I will!”

“I’ll risk their knowing,” said Grandmother; “that child was almost starved!  If you’re in a hurry, don’t wait for her.  And Father” (she turned to Grandfather Hodges), “you be sure to take Mary Jane’s trunk up to her room before you go to the barn.  She’ll want to open it right away to get out her play dress.”

By the time Mary Jane was through her breakfast the trunk had been carried upstairs and Grandfather Hodges was off to the barn.

“You come out to see me whenever you’re ready,” he said as he left.

“And I’ll be running along too,” said Dr. Smith, “though I must admit I’d rather stay and help show Mary Jane the farm than to call on sick folks this morning.  I’ll be by to see you this evening, little girl, to hear what you think of all the new sights.”  And he started down the road toward his home—­it was such a little way that he preferred to walk.

“Now, Mary Jane,” said Grandmother briskly, “what would you like to play while I do the dishes?”

“I’d like to do them too,” said Mary Jane promptly.

“A little girl five years old do dishes?” exclaimed Grandmother.

“’Deed, yes, Grandmother,” said Mary Jane, much pleased to think Grandmother was so impressed.  “I’m a little past five, you know, and I can work a lot!”

“Just think of that,” exclaimed Grandmother approvingly.  “Then we’ll be through in no time.  I’ll wash and you wipe, and I’ll put away.  Let me tie this apron over your pretty traveling dress.”