“I hope a lot of things happen before we get back,” remarked Nan to her mother. “I want them to put in my composition.”
It was a pleasant day for the start of the trip. Mr. Bobbsey expected to reach Hitchville early in the evening.
Most of the morning had passed and they had covered nearly a hundred miles of the journey when came a question which was always asked, sooner or later, on all the trips the Bobbseys took.
“When do we eat?” demanded Freddie, about eleven o’clock.
“Why, you aren’t hungry now, are you?” inquired his mother.
“Sure I am,” he said. “I can eat a lot. And I wish I had a drink of milk.”
“We didn’t bring any milk along,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “I was afraid it would sour, the weather is so warm.”
“I fancy we can get some milk to drink with our lunch at that farmhouse,” said Mr. Bobbsey, pointing to one a short distance ahead. “I see cows in the field back of it, and they must sell milk. We’ll stop and inquire.”
A basket of Dinah’s best lunch had been put up to eat on the trip, and milk would make a welcome addition to it, Mrs. Bobbsey thought. Her husband was right in his guess about the farmhouse. When the auto stopped there the lady said they would be glad to sell as much milk as the children could drink.
“Bring your lunch in and eat it under the trees in the yard,” she invited. “It’s cool and shady there. I’ll bring the milk up from the cellar.”