The small boy was very happy when he took his first journey in a Pullman car, and he would have been much happier had he been able to win the attention of the little girl across the aisle. She treated him with disdain, however, and the small boy brooded. Perhaps it was his unusual bed, maybe his mental commotion was to blame, or perhaps he ate too heartily in the dining car. Anyway he bad some exciting dream experiences, and when he told his father about them later, the man patted him on the head and simply said, “That was some dream, son.” Of course, you could hardly be surprised that the boy dreamt the car was on fire and he was a hero, for Pullman cars get mighty hot at times. “The only thing that worries me,” said the father, while talking the matter over later with his wife, “is how Willie ever dreamed that a man on horseback kidnapped a child in a moving Pullman car. It shows the lad has imagination, but it is impossible for me to determine whether he is headed for Washington or Mattewan.” The mother sighed, too, but she hoped for the best