of the train at the Hyde Park station, and Uncle Fred would meet me and take me to the hotel. The only change for me to make was at Buffalo, and that was all in the same depot.
"I went down to the East Aurora station to get my ticket, in the morning of the day before I was to leave, and asked the agent how early I would have to start my trunk down, so that it would be sure to get onto the early train.
"'That train don't wait to take on baggage here,' he said; 'you'll have to get it down by four o'clock this afternoon, so it can go yesterday.'
"I gasped. 'But—but how can it go yesterday?' I asked.
"'Well, if it goes to-day, then when you go to-morrow morning, it will have gone yesterday, won't it?' looking as if I wearied him.
"I had to admit that it would, and hurried back to the Inn to pack.
"My train went before seven o'clock the next morning, and as I took an ordinary day-coach into Buffalo, which is only seventeen miles, and the baggage-man put my type-writer into the car for me, I had no trouble. You see, I didn't dare to try to check it clear through from East Aurora
