“It shows what you can do if you try,” Ted remarked, loftily.
“Yes, and that doesn’t include Isabel’s commission on summer clothes from parents,” Polly added. “I think we can make it all up in time. And if we are truly vacation seekers, we won’t bother over luxuries. I think we could even fix up lunches of canned goods that would carry us over the trip.”
“What about berths, Miss Murray?” asked Isabel, somewhat plaintively. “Don’t they cost a good deal?”
“Yes, they certainly do. Five dollars, I think, it is, out to Chicago, and we have one night on the road after that.”
“I shall not go to bed at all,” declared Ted. “I never like to sleep on the train anyhow. I like to watch for lights in the dark out of the car window.”
But Ruth, who had forgotten about the berth problem, glanced up at Miss Murray in despair.
“It might be economy in the long run, girls, to take a stateroom—”
“We couldn’t possibly afford such luxuries, Miss Murray,” Polly said, flatly. “Those things are for the nobility, not for hard-working vacation seekers like us. We will take the ‘homeseekers special’ out from Chicago, probably.”
“What’s that, Polly?” asked Sue, suspiciously.
“It’s a train for people who are in real earnest, and want to go some place, and don’t care how they go as long as they get there,” pronounced Polly, gravely.