"Seraphim!"
"That's the ticket. Well?" for his cousin suddenly seized his arm and shook him.
"Tell me all about it—at once!"
"Why—er—that lunch I got off'n the cook aboard the Constance Colfax."
"Marty! don't tease. I don't care about the lunch now—it was eaten so long ago."
"Hi tunket! and you haven't eat nothing like it since," declared the boy warmly. "You been fair wallowin' in luxury."
"Marty!"
"Yes, you have," he pursued. "I don't see how you come to have any money left at all—eatin' your three squares a day in the dining car. Not me! I get lunches at the stop-over places, I do."
"But I saw you in the dining car," Janice said, with sudden conviction.
"Yep. Once. And you can bet that I didn't pay for my supper that time. I was treated."