"We had better have our lunch now," suggested Mrs. Bobbsey, "I'm sure the children are hungry."
"It's just like a picnic," remarked Flossie, when Dinah handed around the paper napkins and Mrs. Bobbsey served out the chicken and cold-tongue sandwiches. There were olives and celery too, besides apples and early peaches from Uncle Daniel's farm.
"Let us look at the timetable, see where we are now, and then see where we will be when we finish," proposed Bert.
"Oh yes," said Nan, "let us see how many miles it takes to eat a sandwich."
Mr. Bobbsey offered one to the conductor, who just came to punch tickets.
"This is not the regular business man's five-minute lunch, but the five-mile article seems more enjoyable," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Easier digested," agreed the conductor, accepting a sandwich. "You had good chickens out at Meadow Brook," he went on, complimenting the tasty morsel he was chewing with so much relish.
"Yes, and ducks," said Freddie, which re-
