“The doors at the ends of the carriage are open,” cried Marjorie, from below. “I believe it’s a corridor train, like that we went to Scarborough in last year,” she added. “Perhaps there’s a dining-car at the end of this one.”
Dick and Fidge scrambled down, and, accompanied by Marjorie, determined to explore.
None of the other creatures were apparently awake, and most of the curtains were drawn.
The Dodo, however, true to his word, had left his open, and there he lay in an affected attitude, with his gloves carefully displayed outside the bed-clothes, and his nightcap arranged at the most becoming angle.
Dick could see that he was not really asleep, for one eye was partially open, and as the children passed he murmured, quite loudly enough for Dick to hear—“Ain’t I beautiful?”
The Greedy Eterædarium.
Dick laughed, and passed on to where he could see some wash-basins and a water tap, and there the children had a most refreshing wash; and then, to their great delight, found that the next carriage was labeled—“Breakfast Car”; and as it was the easiest matter in the world to step from one carriage to the other, they were soon at the door.
As soon as they opened it they beheld a curious sight.