“Hush!” begged the mother, but the child repeated her request for something to eat.
“Here,” spoke Bart, suddenly, and passed over a chicken sandwich to the little girl. “Will you let her take it?” he asked the mother.
“Certainly, but I’m afraid it will be robbing you.”
“Not at all, we have plenty. Perhaps you’d like one too?” and Bart handed the woman one, which she received with thanks.
“I’ll give you a dollar for two sandwiches, young man,” said the fat man, eagerly.
Bart hesitated. At the same time several other children in the car, seeing the girl eating, began to demand food.
“I say, fellows,” said Bart, quickly. “I’ll tell you what’s let’s do! We’ll distribute our lunch among the youngsters on the train. There must be several of them, and they’re all hungry. It will be some time before they can get to where there’s lunch.”
To the credit of the Darewell Chums be it said that they did not hesitate a moment.
“Go ahead,” exclaimed Ned, and the others nodded assent.