take you that way, too!" And now the girl hid her blushes in her handkerchief.
"Dora, you're a darling, and true-blue!" whispered Dick, fervidly. "We'll pull together, rich or poor, and be happy, see if we don't!"
"First call for lunch!" announced a waiter, coming through the car.
"Say, that hits me!" came from Tom. "I had such a slim breakfast I am hollow clear to my shoes!"
"A slim breakfast!" sniffed Sam. "Fruit, sawdust and cream, fried eggs with bacon, half a dozen muffins, and coffee!"
"Get out! You're thinking of your own breakfast!" retorted Tom. "Come on, let's lead the way—before the dining car fills up." And he caught Nellie by the arm.
"All right, we're coming!" cried Sam, and followed with Grace. "Come on, Dick!" And he motioned to the others. Soon all were moving towards the dining car.
"Might as well do a little practicing," was Tom's comment, on the way, and linking his arm into that of Nellie, he began very softly to whistle a well-known wedding march.
"Oh, Tom Rover!" cried Nellie, giving him a playful poke in the side. "Of all things! And in
