The lunch was a delightful one, and with so little to do, the young folks took their time over the repast. Then they drifted back to the observation car, and the boys saw to it that the girls and the ladies got good seats, where they might see all that they passed.
The afternoon found them rolling in the direction of Buffalo, which they were to reach before it was time to retire for the night. Then the train would pass through Cleveland while they slept, on its way to Chicago.
"I'll be glad to get a look at Chicago," said Ben Basswood, who had not done much traveling.
"We are to take a tour in a rubber-neck wagon," he added.
"A rubber-neck wagon!" cried his mother. "Benjamin, what language!"
"Well, that is what they usually call the touring automobiles," he answered, with a grin.
To some of the folks on the trip, going to bed on a train was much of a novelty, and they watched with interest while the porters made up the berths.
"Do you remember the time we had Billy Dill along, and what he thought of sleeping on a train?" remarked Dave, to Phil and Roger.
"I sure do," answered the shipowner's son, with a chuckle. "When he saw the seats converted into beds he wanted to know if they didn't have a ballroom aboard, or a church, or a farm," and at the recollection of the old tar's questions all in the party had to laugh.
"Where is this Billy Dill now?" asked Shadow.