"If you had remained in your own car," the conductor said, "you would have known nothing about these poor kiddies."
"Well, I'm glad we did find out about 'em before we ate our lunch all up," declared Nan.
"Why, I'd like to know, Miss?" asked the man.
"It would have lain heavily on our consciences—"
"And surely injured our digestions," giggled Bess. "That pie was something awful."
"Well, it's all gone now, and you have nothing."
"Oh, that's not the worst," cried Bess, suddenly. "Oh, Nan!" and she clasped her gloved hands tragically.
"What is it now?" asked her chum.
"The poor little dog! He won't have even railroad pie to eat."
"What dog is this?" demanded the conductor.