Chapter 11 A HOLD-ON IN NEW YORK

"My! Isn't it hard to hang on!" breathed Tavia, clinging to Dorothy, as the subway train swung rapidly around the curves. As usual the morning express was crowded to overflowing, and the "overflowers" were squeezed tightly together on the platforms. Ned held Aunt Winnie by the arm and looked daggers at the complacent New Yorkers who sat behind the