“I don’t want to waste what little money I have, when your mother bought us a perfectly lovely lunch,” said Nan, cheerfully.
“It isn’t nice to eat it here,” Bess objected.
“Other people are doing so.”
“I don’t care,” snapped Bess.
“Oh, now, Bess——”
“I’ve got a dollar,” interrupted Bess. “I don’t see why mother wouldn’t let me have more money while traveling; but she didn’t.”
“Good reason,” laughed Nan. “You know you’d lose it.” She failed to tell Bess that Mrs. Harley had entrusted her with some money to use, “if anything should happen.” Nan was dependable and Bess’ mother appreciated the fact.
“I’m going,” said Bess, firmly, rising from the seat. “You’d better come, Nan.”
“On a dollar?” declared Nan. “How far do you think you’ll get in a dining car with all that wealth?”
Bess made a little face. “At least, we can have some tea,” she said.