The Bobbsey Twins at School | Page 5

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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
large that only a very little baby could have found room beside her.
"Look - look at her," whispered Flossie to Freddie, as they paused. The
fat woman's back was toward them, and she seemed to be much
interested in looking out of the window.
"She is fat," admitted Freddie. "Did you ever see one so big before?"
"Only in a circus," said Flossie.

"She'd make make two of Dinah," went on her brother.
"She would not," contradicted Flossie quickly. "'Cause Dinah's black,
and this lady is white."
"That's so," admitted Freddie, with smile. "I didn't think of that."
A sway of the train nearly made Flossic fall, and she caught quickly at
her brother.
"Look out!" he cried. "You 'mos knocked the cup down."
"I didn't mean to," spoke Flossie. "Oh, there goes my hat! Get it,
Freddie, before someone steps on it!"
Her brother managed to get the hat just as it was sliding under the seat
where the fat lady sat.
After some confusion the hat was placed on Flossie's head, and once
more she and her brother moved on toward the water cooler. It was
getting dusk now, and some of the lamps in the car had been lighted.
Freddie, carrying the cup, filled it with water at the little faucet, and,
very politely, offered it to his sister first. Freddie was no better than
most boys of his age, but he did not forget some of the little polite ways
his mamma was continually teaching him. One of these was "ladies
first," though Freddie did not always carry it out, especially when he
was in a hurry.
"Do you want any more?" he asked, before he would get himself a
drink.
"Just a little," said Flossie. "The silver cup doesn't hold much."
"No, I guess it's 'cause there's so much silver in it," replied her brother.
"It's worth a lot of money, mamma said."
"Yes, and it's all ours. When I grow up I'm going to have my half made
into a bracelet."

"You are?" said Freddie slowly. "If you do there won't be enough left
for me to drink out of."
"Well, you can have your share of it made into a watch, and drink out
of a glass."
"That's so," agreed Freddie, his face brightening. He gave his sister
more water, and then took some himself. As he drank his eyes were
constantly looking at the very fat lady who filled so much of her seat.
She turned from the window and looked at the two children, smiling
broadly. Freddie was somewhat confused, and looked down quickly.
Just then the train gave another lurch and Freddie suddenly spilled
some of the water on his coat.
"Oh, look what you did!" cried Flossie. "And that's your best coat!"
"I - I couldn't help it," stammered Freddie.
"Never mind, little boy," said the fat lady. "It's only clean water. Come
here and I'll wipe it off with my handkerchief. I'd come to you, only I'm
so stout it's hard enough for me to walk anyhow, and when the train is
moving I simply can't do it."
Freddie and Flossie went to her seat, and with a handkerchief, that
Flossie said afterward was almost as big as a table cloth, the fat lady
wiped the water off Freddie's coat.
The little boy held the silver cup in his hand, and feeling, somehow,
that he ought to repay the fat lady's kindness in some way, after
thanking