The party had ample time to board the train at the little station of Oakdale, and soon they found themselves in Hoboken—the terminal for the Jersey suburban trains.
As they were passing the news-stand at the foot of the steps that led to the tubes under the river, Don saw a variety of tempting candies.
“I’ve got my week’s allowance with me, Dot—do you want some chewing-gum?” asked her twin.
“S-sh! They’ll hear you! And you know Vene won’t let us have chewing-gum,” warned Dot, glancing at the other children. But they had not heard Don, as they were interested in buying the tickets to New York.
This was a perplexing matter, as tickets for Dot, Don, and Tuck Stevens were to be at half-price, and those of the other children at full-price. The twins took advantage of the problem to buy a box of gum and a roll of chocolate disks.
“Oh! Looka here! We’ve got ten pieces of gum for a nickel!” chuckled Don, delightedly, as he emptied the box into his palm.
“You take five and I’ll take five,” suggested Dot.
“Why, no! Didn’t I pay for them? You take one and when you want another I’ll give it to you.”
“But I always go even shares with you when I get anything at home,” argued Dot.
“That’s different! You don’t pay out your hard-earned money for it, and I had to. Why, just think how many times last week I had to be at school on time! Didn’t that mean getting out of bed so early that I ’most got insomnia from it?”