"Mamma, how much longer have we got to ride?" asked Nan Bobbsey,
turning in her seat in the railroad car, to look at her parents,
who sat behind her.

"Are you getting tired?" asked Nan's brother Bert. "If you are I'll
sit next to the window, and watch the telegraph poles and trees
go by. Maybe that's what tires you, Nan," he added, and his father
smiled, for he saw that Bert had two thoughts for himself, and one
for his sister.

"No, I'm not tired of the scenery," answered the brown-haired and
brown-eyed girl, "but you may sit next the window, Bert, if you
like."

"Thanks!" he exclaimed as he scrambled over to the place his sister
gave up.

"Are you tired, dearie?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, leaning forward and
smoothing out her daughter's hair with her hand. "If you would like
to sit with me and put your head in my lap, papa can go to another
seat and--"

"Oh, no, mamma, I'm not as tired as that," and Nan laughed. "I was
just wondering how soon we'd be home."

"I'd rather be back at the seashore," said Bert, not turning his
gaze from the window, for the train was passing along some fields
just then, and in one a boy was driving home some cows to be
milked, as evening was coming on Bert was wondering if one of the
cows might not chase the boy. Bert didn't really want to see the