Mary Jane's City Home

The late afternoon sunshine sent its slanting, golden rays through the car windows on to the map that Mary Jane and her sister Alice had spread out on the table between the seats of the Pullman in which they were riding. «And all that wiggly line is water?» Mary Jane was asking. «Every bit water,» replied their father, who bent over their heads to explain what they were looking at; «a lot of water, you see. You remember I told you that Chicago is right on the edge of Lake Michi