As Nan
had said, there were cute little tables against the side of the car,
and on each table was a little dish of ferns, and other green plants,
making a pretty decoration.
Dinah would not come. She said she would rather eat some chicken
sandwiches she had in her bag, and Mr. Bobbsey let the dear old
colored cook do as she pleased.
The Bobbsey twins found it so strange to eat in a car, at a real
table, while rushing along, that I think they did not eat as much as
they would have done at home. But they enjoyed it just the same,
though Freddie did splash some water from his finger bowl on the table
cloth.
"Oh! Oh!" he exclaimed when he saw what he had done. He looked
anxiously at his mother.
"Dat's all right, little man," said the colored waiter with a smile
that showed all his white teeth. "Got t' put a clean cloth on anyhow,
an' watah doesn't matter."
Freddie felt better then.
The afternoon passed slowly enough. Mr. Bobbsey and Bert went to the
baggage car once more, to see about Snap, but they found he was all
right, having made friends with one of the men who looked after the
travelers' trunks.
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