Nan and Bert looked after themselves, and Mr. Bobbsey, having seen
that his family was comfortable, began to read his paper. Dinah took a
chair in one corner where she could doze off. It always made her
sleepy to ride in a train, she said.
Nan and Bert looked out at the passing scenery, as did Flossie and
Freddie, when they were not taking turns peeking in at Snoop. As for
the black cat himself, he had curled up into a little round ball, and
was fast asleep.
He had become a traveler by this time, for once he had been to Cuba,
when the circus lady took him, as I told you in one of the other
books.
"I wonder how Snap is getting along in the baggage car?" said Bert to
Nan, after a bit. "I think I'll go in and see."
"Oh, will papa let you?" inquired his sister.
"I don't know. I'll ask him."
Mr. Bobbsey was a little doubtful about letting Bert pass from one car
to another when the train was moving.
"But it's a vestibule train, papa," said the boy. "It's like one big
car. I can't fall off."
"Well, I don't know," said Mr. Bobbsey, slowly.
"I'll take him up front, if he wants to see about the dog," said a
brakeman who had heard Bert's talk.
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