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When the Ware family boarded the train in San Antonio that September / morning for their long journey back to Lone-Rock, every passenger on the / Pullman straightened up with an appearance of interest. Somehow their / arrival had the effect of a breath of fresh air blowing through the / stuffy car. Even before their entrance some curiosity had been awakened / by remarks which floated in from the rear platform, where they were / bidding farewell to some friends who had come to see them off.
"Do write and tell us what your next adventures are, Mary," exclaimed / one clear voice. "Your family ought to be named Gulliver instead of / Ware, for you are always travelling around to such queer, / out-of-the-way places. I suppose you haven't the faintest idea where / you'll be six months from now."