"This is not the regular business man's five-minute lunch, but the
five-mile article seems more enjoyable," said Mr. Bobbsey.

"Easier digested," agreed the conductor, accepting a sandwich. "You
had good chickens out at Meadow Brook," he went on, complimenting the
tasty morsel he was chewing with so much relish.

"Yes, and ducks," said Freddie, which remark made everybody laugh, for
it brought to mind the funny adventure of little white Downy, the
duck.

"They certainly can fly," said the conductor with a smile, as he went
along with a polite bow to the sandwich party.

Bert had attended to the wants of the animals, not trusting Freddie to
open the boxes. Snoop got a chicken leg and Downy had some of his own
soft food, that had been prepared by Aunt Sarah and carried along in a
small tin can.

"Well, I'se done," announced Dinah, picking up her crumbs in her
napkins. "Bert, how many miles you say it takes me to eat?"

"Let me see! Five, eight, twelve, fourteen: well, I guess Dinah, you
had fifteen miles of a chicken sandwich."

"An' you go 'long!" she protested. "'Taint no sech thing. I ain't
got sich a long appetite as date. Fifteen miles! Lan'a massa! whot
you take me fo?"