r punched it and passed on.

"Do you want me to keep it?" he asked.

"I'll put it in my purse so it can't be lost," Mother answered. "But when
the conductor asks for it again you may give it to him. He won't come
again for ever so long."

As Sunny Boy was watching an automobile racing with the train on a road
that ran alongside the tracks, a white-aproned colored man came into
their car.

"First call for lunch!" he shouted. "First call for lunch!"

Sunny Boy felt suddenly hungry. Down the aisle the woman with all the
children had opened a pasteboard box and they were having a picnic right
there. Other people were eating sandwiches.

"We'll go and get our lunch," decided Mrs. Horton. "Be careful going down
the aisle, dear, and don't bump into people any more than you can help."

They had to go through a parlor car to reach the dining car, and Sunny
Boy saw for himself that there was no piano, nothing but chairs on either
side of the aisle. A colored waiter helped him into his seat at a little
table in the dining car, and he thought it great fun to eat chicken broth
while looking out of the window at the telegraph poles galloping by. The
poles seemed to be moving instead of the train, but Sunny Boy knew the
train really moved.

"Will there be another call for lunch?" he asked, remembering what the
man had shouted, as he ate his mashed potato and peas.

"Oh yes, but we won't come," said Mrs. Horton. "That will be for the
people who weren't hungry when we were."

A man at the table across from theirs picked up the menu card.

"Now what on earth shall I order for dessert?" he frowned. "If the doctor
won't let me have meat, I suppose I have to eat something."

"Chocolate ice-cream," suggested Sunny Boy helpfully, feeling sorry for
any one who did not know that it was the finest dessert in the world.

The frown slid away from the man's face and he grinned cheerfully at the
small boy.

"Is that what you are going to have?" he demanded. "All right then, I
will, too."

And when it came, a neat little mountain of it, he and Sunny smiled again
at each other before they buried their silver spoons in the beautiful
dark iciness of it.

Back in their seat in their car, Sunny was restless. To Mother's
suggestion that he take a nap, he said that he didn't feel sleepy. He
wished he had something to do--he was tired of looking at trees and
things.

"I hoped you would take a little nap, but I suppose there is too much