"I begin to feel hungry already."
"Of course, we'll pick up another diner?" asked Libbie, though rather
doubtfully.
"We'll hope so!" Bobby cried.
"If we get through to Tonawanda, yes," said Tommy Tucker. "That's what the
porter told me. But we don't get there, if we are on schedule, until eight
o'clock."
"There! I knew I was perishing of hunger," exclaimed Betty. "It's half
past four already," she added, looking at her wrist watch.
"Three and a half hours to dinner time?" wailed Bobby. "Oh!
That--is--tough!"
"That is, if we make the regular time," Bob said thoughtfully. "And right
now, let me tell you, this train is just about crawling, and that's all.
Humph! The soup sure will get cold in that dining car at Tonawanda, if it
waits there to be attached to our train."
"Oh! Oh!" cried Bobby. "Don't let's think of it. I had no idea that snow
could be so troublesome."
"Beautiful snow!" murmured Betty. "Say, Libbie. Recite that for us, will
you? You know: the poetry about 'Beautiful Snow.' You or Timothy should
remember it."
"Pah!" exclaimed Bobby, grumblingly.
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