`` Go right to Green Village on the evening train , '' said Cyrus briskly . `` Dear , oh dear , and leave you two alone ! '' cried Grandma . `` Louise and I will do very well until tomorrow , '' said Cyrus sturdily . `` We will send word to Sinclair by today 's mail , and Father and Mother will be home by tomorrow night . '' `` But I never was on the cars in my life , '' protested Grandma nervously . `` I 'm -- I 'm so frightened to start alone . And you never know what kind of people you may meet on the train . '' `` You 'll be all right , Grandma . I 'll drive you to the station , get you your ticket , and put you on the train . Then you 'll have nothing to do until the train gets to Green Village . I 'll send a telegram to Uncle William George to meet you . '' `` I shall fall and break my neck getting off the train , '' said Grandma pessimistically . But she was wondering at the same time whether she had better take the black valise or the yellow , and whether William George would be likely to have plenty of flaxseed in the house . It was six miles to the station , and Cyrus drove Grandma over in time to catch a train that reached Green Village at nine o'clock . `` Dear , oh dear , '' said Grandma , `` what if William George 's folks ai n't there to meet me ? It 's all very well , Cyrus , to say that they will be there , but you do n't know . And it 's all very well to say not to be nervous because everything will be all right . If you were seventy-five years old and had never set foot on the cars in your life you 'd be nervous too , and you ca n't be sure that everything will be all right . You never know what sort of people you 'll meet on the train .
I may get on the wrong train or lose my XXXXX or get carried past Green Village or get my pocket picked .
Dear Grandma cars everything miles neck nothing station ticket train