"Oh! What fun!" cried the thoughtless Bess.

"I hope not!" proclaimed Nan.

"I think it would be fun, Nan," urged her chum.

"Humph! How about eating?" queried the red-haired girl, Laura Polk, who
would be one of the party as far as the Junction.

"Oh, there's a dining-car on this train," said May Winslow, who was to
speed away to the South to spend Christmas, where there was no ice or
snow, and where the darkeys celebrate the holiday with fire-crackers, as
Northern people do the Fourth of July.

"That's all right about the dining-car," said Nan. "All right for you
girls who are going to Chicago. But our train from the Junction has no
'eats' attached and if we get snowed up--"

"Ugh!" cried her chum. "Don't suggest such a horrid possibility. I'm
going right now to buy out the lunch counter and take it along with us."

"And break your teeth on adamantine sandwiches, harder than Professor
Krenner's problems in algebra?" suggested May.

The red-haired girl began to laugh. "I thought Bess never would carry a
shoe-box lunch again. 'Member that one you two girls from Tillbury
brought to school with you, last September?"

"Will we ever forget it?" groaned Nan.