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Philippa sat quietly in her corner, one arm thrown comfortably round Solomon's plump little person, perfectly to that philosopher's content. Among the various preparations for her journey, it had not occurred to the young girl to provide herself with any literature. Her eyes were consequently at leisure to occupy themselves with anything of interest that might come in their way. But the country through which the train was just then passing was flat and monotonous; she soon grew tired of staring out of the window, and she dared not amuse herself with Solomon for fear of attracting his master's attention.
Furthermore, the dachs, by this time was contentedly asleep.