"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 'specs 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 hadn'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 it 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. She was so