Article October 9, 1976 Issue

The Train Trip

Diana Fagen Johnson

Donna went to school every day by train. Each morning she would wait at the railway station, her ten-ride ticket tucked safely in her purse and her books in her arms.

It was fun to board the train and see her friends wave and pull over one of the double seats so everyone could sit together.

"Tickets, please," the conductor called out. Donna gave him her ticket, then settled back comfortably to look out of the window. As she watched the houses and streets whiz by, the smoke from the engine floated past the train window and clouded the sunny morning scene outside, but only for a moment. Fresh gusts of wind soon blew away the smoke.

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