pretty dimpled face was pressed close to the window pane, admiring the big world that seemed to be running away from the train, and Bert found the observation end of the train very interesting.
“What a beautiful grove of white birch trees!” Nan exclaimed, as the train swung into a ravine. “And see the soft ferns clinging about them. Mother, the ferns around the birch tree make me think of the fine lace about your throat!”
“Why, daughter, you seem to be quite poetical!” and the mother smiled, for indeed Nan had a very promising mind.
“What time will we get there, papa?” Bert asked, returning from the vestibule.
“In time for dinner Aunt Sarah said, that is if they keep dinner for us until one o’clock,” answered the parent, as he consulted his watch.
“It seems as if we had been on the train all night,” Flossie remarked.
“Well, we started early, dear,” the mother assured the tired little girl. “Perhaps you would like one of Dinah’s dainty sandwiches now?”
A light lunch was quickly decided on, and Dinah took Flossie and Nan to a little private room at one end of the train, Bert went with his father to the smoking room on the other end, while the mother remained to watch Freddie. The lunch was put up so that each small sandwich could be eaten without a crumb spilling, as the little squares were each wrapped separately in waxed paper.
There was an odd alcohol lamp in the ladies room, and other handy contrivances for travelers, which amused Flossie and Nan.
“Dat’s to heat milk fo’ babies,” Dinah told the girls, as she put the paper napkins carefully on their laps, and got each a nice drink of icewater out of the cooler.
Meanwhile Bert was enjoying his lunch at the other end of the car, for children always get hungry when traveling, and meals on the train are only served at certain hours. Two other little girls came into the compartment while Flossie and Nan were at lunch. The strange girls wore gingham aprons over their fine white dresses, to keep the car dust off their clothes, and they had paper caps on their heads like the favors worn at children’s parties. Seeing there was no stool vacant the strangers darted out again in rather a rude way, Nan thought.
“Take you time, honeys,” Dinah told her charges. “If dey is very hungry dey can get ice cream outside.”
“But mother never lets us eat strange ice cream,” Flossie reminded the maid. “And maybe they can’t either.”
Soon the lunch was finished, and the Bobbseys felt much refreshed by it. Freddie still slept with Snoop’s box close beside him, and Mrs. Bobbsey was reading a magazine.
“One hour more!” Bert announced, beginning to pick things up even that early.
“Now we better all close our eyes and rest, so that we will feel good when we get to Meadow Brook,” Mrs. Bobbsey told them. It was no task to obey this suggestion, and the next thing the children knew, mother and father and Dinah were waking them up to get them ready to leave the train.
“Now, don’t forget anything,” Mr. Bobbsey cautioned the party, as hats and wraps were donned and parcels picked up.
Freddie was still very sleepy and his papa had to carry him off, while the others, with some excitement, hurried after.
“Oh, Snoop, Snoop!” cried Freddie as, having reached the platform, they now saw the train start off. “I forgot Snoop! Get him quick!”
“Dat kitten again!” Dinah exclaimed, with some indignation. “He’s more trouble den—den de whole family!”
In an instant the train had gotten up speed, and it seemed Snoop was gone this time sure.
“Snoop!” cried Freddie, in dismay.
Just then the kind porter who had befriended the cat before, appeared on the platform with the perforated box in his hand.
“I wanted to keep him,” stammered the porter, “but I knows de little boy ’ud break his heart after him.” And he threw the box to Mr. Bobbsey.
There was no time for words, but Mr. Bobbsey thrust a coin in the man’s hand and all the members of the Bobbsey family looked their thanks.
“Well, I declare, you can’t see anybody,” called out a good-natured little lady, trying to surround them all at once.
“Aunt Sarah!” exclaimed the Bobbseys.
“And Uncle Dan!”
“And Harry!”
“Hello! How do? How are you? How be you?” and such kissing and handshaking had not for some time entertained the old agent at the Meadow Brook station.
“Here at last!” Uncle Daniel declared, grabbing up Freddie and giving him the kind of hug Freddie had intended giving Aunt Sarah.
The big wagon from the Bobbsey farm, with the seats running along each side, stood at the other side of the platform, and into this the Bobbseys were gathered, bag and baggage, not forgetting the little black cat.
“All aboard for Meadow Brook farm!” called Bert, as the wagon started off along the shady country road.
CHAPTER V
Meadow Brook
“Oh, how cool the trees are out here!” Flossie exclaimed, as the wagon rumbled along so close to the low trees that Bert could reach out and pick horse-chestnut blossoms.
“My, how sweet it is!” said Dinah, as she sniffed audibly, enjoying the freshness of the country.
Freddie was on the seat with Uncle Dan and had Snoop’s box safe in his arms. He wanted to let the cat see along the road, but everybody protested.
“No more Snoop in this trip,” laughed Mr. Bobbsey. “He has had all the fun he needs for today.” So Freddie had to be content.
“Oh, do let me get out?” pleaded Nan presently. “See that field of orange lilies.”
“Not now, dear,” Aunt Sarah told her. “Dinner is spoiling for us, and we can often walk down here to get flowers.”
“Oh, the cute little calf! Look!” Bert exclaimed from his seat next to Harry, who had been telling his cousin of all the plans he had made for a jolly vacation.
“Look at the billy-goat!” called Freddie.
“See, see, that big black chicken flying!” Flossie cried out excitedly.
“That’s a hawk!” laughed Bert; “maybe it’s a chicken hawk.”
“A children hawk!” Flossie exclaimed, missing the word. Then everybody laughed, and Flossie said maybe there were children hawks for bad girls and boys, anyway.
Aunt Sarah and Mrs. Bobbsey were chatting away like two schoolgirls, while Dinah and the children saw something new and interesting at every few paces old Billy, the horse, took.
“Hello there, neighbor,” called a voice from the field at the side of the road. “My horse has fallen in the ditch, and I’ll have to trouble you to help me.”
“Certainly, certainly, Peter,” answered Uncle Daniel, promptly jumping down, with Mr. Bobbsey, Bert, and Harry following. Aunt Sarah leaned over the seat and took the reins, but when she saw in what ditch the other horse had fallen she pulled Billy into the gutter.
“Poor Peter!” she exclaimed. “That’s the second horse that fell in that ditch this week. And it’s an awful job to get them out. I’ll just wait to see if they need our Billy, and if not, we can drive on home, for Martha will be most crazy waiting with dinner.”
Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey, and the boys hurried to where Peter Burns stood at the brink of one of those ditches that look like mud and turn out to be water.
“And that horse is a boarder too!” Peter told them. “Last night we said he looked awful sad,