CHAPTER SEVEN
As the train pulled into the station, Oliver felt his chest leap with excitement. He’d never traveled before—the Blues never went on vacation—so being in Boston felt very exciting.
He and Esther alighted from the train and headed into the very busy station. It was grand-looking with marble pillars and sculptures dotted about the place. People in business suits whizzed around speaking loudly into their cell phones. It all felt rather overwhelming for Oliver.
“Right, it’s two miles to Harvard University from here,” he explained. “We need to head due north and cross the river.”
“How do you know?” Esther asked. “Does your compass give directions too?”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. He pointed to a large brightly colored map hanging against the station wall. It showed th
