“Oh, dear papa, to think that you should remember my taste for milk toast and chicken, and bring them to me! This is killing the fatted calf, indeed,” said Jennie gratefully as she took the tray upon her lap.
Mr. Campbell then sat down on the vacant seat with the baby in his arms; but he made no reply except by a smile.
The train started.
“Oh, dear,” said Jennie, “we are carrying off the crockery ware!”
“Not at all,” replied the father. “The return train will bring them back and leave them at this station. Such is the arrangement.”
“Then my mind is easy. Did you get anything to eat, papa dear?”
“Oh, yes; a slice of cold beef and a cup of coffee while they were fixing up your tray.”
“I am glad,” said Jennie; and she gave her attention to her tray, and exhibited such a healthy appetite that not a crumb or a drop was left when she finished her meal and put the little service under the seat.
The train rushed on, nor stopped again until nearly sunset, when it ran in at the station of York.
Here the father and daughter got off to take a branch line to Chuxton, the nearest railway station to Haymore.