Mary Jane's City Home — Inside the Classic
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They had spent all their lives thus far--Alice was twelve and Mary Jane going on six--in a small city of the Middle West and though they had had a fine summer in the country visiting grandma and grandpa and had only the winter before taken a beautiful trip through Florida, they had never been to a great city. And now they were not going to visit or to take a trip. They were going to live there. The great big city of Chicago was to be their home.
The pretty little house they had loved so well was sold. The furniture and books and dolls and clothes were all packed and loaded on a freight car to follow them to the city and all the dear friends had been given a farewell. Mary Jane had loved the excitement and muss of packing; the great boxes and the masses of crinkly excelsior and the workmen around who always had time for a pleasant joke with an interested little girl. But when it came time to say good-by to Doris and to her much loved kindergarten and to all the boys and girls in school and "on her block," going away wasn't so funny. In fact, Mary Jane felt a queer and troublesome lump in her throat most of the morning when the good-bys were said.
But the ride on the train (and how Mary Jane did love to ride on the train); and the nice luncheon on the diner (and how Mary Jane did _adore_ eating on a diner--hashed brown potatoes, a whole order by herself and ice cream and everything!); and then father's nice talk about all the fun they were going to have, made the lump vanish and in its place there developed an eager desire to see the new city and to begin all the promised fun. It was then that Mr. Merrill showed them the big map of the city and pointed out the part of the city where they would likely live.
As the girls watched, the great factories and foundries slipped away into the distance, and in their place the girls could see houses and occasional stores and here and there a station, past which their train dashed as though it wasn't looking for stations to-day, thank you.
"Don't we stop anywhere?" asked Mary Jane after she had counted three of these little stations.
"Those are suburban stations," explained Mr. Merrill, "and a big through train like ours hasn't time to stop at every one. Pretty soon another train will come along and stop at each one of those we are now passing so don't you worry about folks getting left. _This_ train we are on has got to get us into Chicago in time for dinner."
And just at that minute, when the big three story apartment buildings that looked so very queer and strange to Mary Jane, began to fill every block, the porter came to brush her off and to help her on with her coat.
"I'm going to live here in Chicago," she said to him as he held the coat for her, "and it's a big place with lots of lake and parks and--houses, I guess, and most everything."
"'Deed it is big, missy," replied the porter, "and I hope you's going to like it a lot, I do."
"I'm a-going to," answered Mary Jane confidently, as she picked up Georgiannamore and Georgiannamore's suit case which at the last moment couldn't possibly be packed in the trunk, and followed her father and mother down the aisle, "'cause mother and Dadah and Alice are going to live here too and we always have fun."
Mr. and Mrs. Merrill had decided to get off at one of the larger suburban stations and spend a few days in a near-by hotel; they thought the comparative quiet of a residence hotel would be better for their girls than the flurry and hurry of a big down town hotel. But to Mary Jane, accustomed to the sights and sounds of a small city where street cars went dignifiedly past every fifteen minutes and where traffic "cops" would have very few duties, the confusion she found herself in was quite enough to be very interesting.
The opening pages of Mary Jane's City Home establish a pattern of attentive, sensory detail that persists throughout the novel. Mary Jane studies a map on a Pullman train, asking whether “all that wiggly line is water,” and her father explains Lake Michigan’s scale by comparing it to the ocean she saw in Florida. The exchange is typical of Judson’s method: information is delivered through natural dialogue, not exposition, and the child’s curiosity drives the scene.
Judson also uses physical objects—the map, the train window, the distant “blue gleam” of the lake—to anchor Mary Jane’s experience. The description of South Chicago’s “great stacks and flaming chimneys” is presented as something to watch, not to interpret, keeping the perspective firmly that of a child encountering an unfamiliar landscape.
Dialogue as a Window to Character
Judson rarely tells the reader what a character feels; instead, she lets speech reveal personality and mood. When Mary Jane first sees the map, she asks, “And all that wiggly line is water?” The question is simple, but it shows her processing new information by connecting it to something she already knows—the ocean in Florida. Her father’s reply, “Just you wait and see,” promises experience over explanation, a pattern that recurs throughout the book.
Later, when Mary Jane and Betty discover the doll cart is missing, their dialogue shifts from casual to urgent. Betty says, “Well, nobody ever stole anything before,” and Mary Jane’s response is a stunned “Why—why—” followed by “I left it right here!” The broken syntax and repetition convey shock more effectively than any narrator’s summary could. Judson also uses dialogue to create humor: Mrs. Merrill’s “twinkle in her eye” when she buys Taffy Apples without consulting the children shows a mother who understands her audience.
The City Through a Child’s Senses
Judson builds the urban setting not with panoramic descriptions but with small, tangible details that a child would notice. The train ride into Chicago presents “great stacks and flaming chimneys” and “tracks and more tracks” as sights to be watched, not analyzed. The lake is described as “so big you can’t see the other side,” a phrase that captures scale through a child’s comparison to the familiar ocean.
Later, the city appears through errands and shopping: a salesman picks out “four fine ones” of apples called Taffy Apples, and Mary Jane keeps her eye on “the hump made by the bag of apples” in the doll cart. The focus is on the concrete—the hump, the paper bag, the promise of a treat—rather than on abstract urban life. Even the parks, mentioned early as a desired feature, are introduced via Mary Jane’s own suggestion: “I think I’d like to live by a park.” The city is filtered through her preferences and observations.
Objects as Anchors for Action
Judson frequently uses physical objects to structure scenes and create suspense. The map on the train seat initiates the geography lesson; the doll cart becomes the center of a mini-mystery when it disappears from the porch. The Taffy Apples, tucked “under the folds of Georgiannamore’s robe,” serve as both a reward and a plot device, prompting the girls to hurry home and then to leave the cart unattended.
These objects are not mere props; they carry emotional weight. The cart is “brand new,” and its loss is treated seriously by the children and adults alike. The apples are anticipated with such eagerness that Mary Jane “kept wishing that time for school to be out would hurry up and come.” By grounding the narrative in tangible items—a map, a cart, a bag of apples—Judson gives young readers concrete hooks for following the story’s events and understanding the characters’ desires.
Voice and Perspective in Description
Judson’s narrative voice stays close to Mary Jane’s point of view without adopting full first-person. When the train passes factories, the text says “watch now! There are more!”—an exclamation that could belong to either the father or the narrator, but that keeps the excitement of discovery alive. The description of the lake as “so big you can’t see the other side” echoes the father’s earlier words, showing how adult explanations become part of the child’s mental landscape.
Judson also uses indirect thought to convey Mary Jane’s inner life: “Some good fairy must have heard the wishes too, for the afternoon hurried by almost as fast as the morning.” The phrase “some good fairy” is a child’s explanation, not an authorial intrusion. Similarly, when Mary Jane and Betty are “that surprised” upon finding the cart gone, the hyperbole feels natural to a child’s emotional register. These choices keep the narration firmly rooted in Mary Jane’s experience, even when the sentences are grammatically third-person.
Readers attentive to Judson’s craft will notice how consistently she builds scenes around a single sensory anchor—a map, a bag of apples, a missing cart—and lets dialogue carry both information and emotion. The book rewards a slow reading that pays attention to what Mary Jane sees, hears, and touches, rather than to plot alone. The excerpts suggest a work that trusts its young audience to infer feelings from action and speech, a technique that distinguishes it from more didactic contemporaries.
Sometimes I think back to Mary Jane’s quiet wonder at the city’s noises—the peddlers, the lake—and how each small moment felt like discovery. It reminded me of another sort of wandering, less urban, more dusty, where luck was a tangible thing. That old story, The Rover Boys in the Land of Luck; Or, Stirring Adventures in the Oil Fields — Context and Discussion, carries its own eager spirit, though the settings could hardly be more different.
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