That talk comforted Chester . He realized that , come what might , he would always have a good friend in Miss Salome -- aye , and in Clemantiny , too . Chester never knew it , but after he had fallen asleep , with the tears still glistening on his brown cheeks , Clemantiny tiptoed silently in with a candle in her hand and bent over him with an expression of almost maternal tenderness on her face . It was late and an aroma of boiling sugar hung about her . She had sat up long after Miss Salome was abed , to boil another saucepan of taffy for Chester to eat on his journey . `` Poor , dear child ! '' she said , softly touching one of his crisp curls . `` It 's a shame in Salome to insist on his going back . She does n't know what she 's sending him to , or she would n't . He did n't say much against his aunt , and Salome thinks she was only just a little bit cranky . But I could guess . '' Early in the morning Miss Salome and Chester started . They were to drive to Montrose , leave their team there and take the boat for Belltown . Chester bade farewell to the porch chamber and the long , white kitchen and the friendly barns with a full heart . When he climbed into the wagon , Clemantiny put a big bagful of taffy into his hands . `` Good-by , Chester , '' she said . `` And remember , you 've always got a friend in me , anyhow . '' Then Clemantiny went back into the kitchen and cried -- good , rough-spoken , tender-hearted Clemantiny sat down and cried . It was an ideal day for travelling -- crisp , clear and sunny -- but neither Chester nor Miss Salome was in a mood for enjoyment . Back over Chester 's runaway route they went , and reached Belltown on the boat that evening .
They stayed in Belltown overnight and in the morning took the train XXXXX Roxbury Station .
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