There were chicken sandwiches, tomato sandwiches, biscuits of all kinds, lemonade to drink, and apples and bananas.
“Jolly good,” said Mike, taking his share of the lunch. “Mummy’s a brick. She always knows what we like!”
“How long is it before we get to Spiggy Holes?” asked Nora, eating her chicken sandwiches hungrily.
“We get to the nearest station at half-past four this afternoon,” said Mike. “But that’s six miles from Spiggy Holes. There’s to be a car or something to meet us.”
The time passed rather slowly. They had their books to read, and they played games of counting the signal-boxes and tunnels - but long before half-past four came they all felt tired, dirty, and hot.
“I’m going to sleep,” said Nora, and she put her feet up on the seat.
“Sleep!” said Mike scornfully. “I couldn’t possibly go to sleep now.”
All the same, he was fast asleep in a few minutes! So were they all, whilst the train thundered along through the sunny countryside, rushing under bridges, past stations and through tunnels at a tremendous speed.
The children only awoke as the train was slowing down in a station. Mike leapt up and looked out of the window.
“I say! Our station is the next one!” he yelled to the others. “Wake up, you sleepy-heads, wake up! Get your things down from the rack, and make yourselves a bit tidy. You look dreadful.“