"I'll carry the cup," said Freddie. "I'm the biggest."

"You are not!" declared his sister quickly. "I'm just as big."

"Well, anyhow, I'm a boy," went on Freddie, and Flossie could not
deny this. "And boys always carries things," her brother went on.
"I'll carry the cup."

"Very well, but be careful of it," said his mother with a smile,
as she handed it to him. The two children went down the aisle of
the car. They stopped for a moment at the seat where Dinah was.

"Is Snoop all right?" asked Freddie, peering into a box that was
made of slats, with spaces between them for air.

"'Deed an' he am, honey," said Dinah with a smile, laughing so that
she shook all over her big, fleshy body.

"I 'spect he's lonesome; aren't you, Snoop?" asked Flossie, poking
her finger in one of the cracks, to caress, as well as she could,
a fat, black cat. The cat, like Dinah the cook, went with the
Bobbseys on all their summer outings.

"Well, maybe he am lonesome," admitted Dinah, with another laugh,
"but he's been real good. He hain't yowled once--not once!"

"He'll soon be out of his cage; won't you, snoop?" said Freddie,
and then he and his sister went on to the water cooler Near by they
saw something else to look at This was the sight of a very, very
fat lady who occupied nearly all of one seat in the end of the car.