For a moment Bonnie was puzzled. She wondered what made a journey. She was soaped and scrubbed. She was polished, and brushed, and buttoned into her Sunday dress. She had her new red toboggan cap on her head. She was going to a place where she had never been in her life. And when she got there, she was going to finish being little. Surely, all those things added together made a journey, she thought.
"School is a journey, isn't it Father?" she asked.
"Indeed it is," said Father. "School is the most splendid journey a child can take."