," laughed Bet.

"We'll have to have a maid to show us how to get dressed here." And as
Kit spoke a trim little colored maid appeared as if she had heard a
call.

"Is everything all right?" she asked looking at Enid.

Bet had always taken the lead and was chief spokesman. She was about
to answer when she remembered that Enid was hostess. "Here's where
I'll have to take second place," thought Bet. But in her heart she was
glad to see Enid in the position of hostess. Her life had been full of
tragedy. Stolen from her wealthy parents, she had not known a home or
friends until the previous year when she had been rescued by the chums
on Campers' Trail.

The car in which the girls were travelling belonged to Enid's father,
and the girl was glad to show her friends around the place.

"Here's one compartment with two beds, and opposite is one with three
beds," said Enid. "How will we divide up?"

"As usual, I guess, you and Kit and I in one and Shirley and Joy in the
other."

When the maid had left, Enid laughingly pushed Kit into a chair in
front of the dressing table. "Sit still now, while I curl your hair!"
she directed.

The other girls joined the laugh, for Kit's hair was a mass of dark
ringlets that clung close to her head. Bet Baxter, with her straight,
blond hair always envied Kit those curls, while her own unruly locks
were flying out at all angles.

"But do come and see what I discovered," said Enid at last, pulling Bet
by the sleeve. "It's a darling little dining room! Why it's--it's..."
And Enid stopped because in all her experience she could find nothing
to compare with the tiny room which glittered with crystal and silver.

"I do believe that lunch is getting ready," said Joy Evans. "And let
me tell you, it can't come too soon to suit me. I'm starved."

"As usual," laughed Shirley. "You're always hungry, Joy. And it's so
nice you can eat _everything_! And still you're thin!" Shirley was
inclined to plumpness and had to choose her food more carefully than
the others.

As they turned toward the salon once more, Bet dropped into an easy
chair and picked up a book.

"Oh, Bet, don't get interested in a story yet! You'll have heaps of
time to read before we get to Arizona. Come on, let's see if we can
peek into the kitchen. To my way of thinking, that's the most
important room on the train," laughed Joy.

"That's what we'd expect you to think, Joy," teased Shirley.

Enid rose and