Dot had an inspiration. She hastily began chewing the single piece of white-candied gum and determined to ask for a second piece soon, as Don had promised to give her another one when she wanted it.
Don now hastened in front of his sister, to join the other children, but he was too preoccupied with the gum to notice where he went. He heard a guard call: “All aboard!” and he rushed in dragging Dot after him—just in time! The door was closed and away sped the train.
“Where’s Ned—and Jinks, and the others?” gasped Dot, the moment they found themselves safe on the moving train.
Don could not reply. He seemed to have a great obstruction in his mouth. Finally he shoved the obstacle over in the hollow of a cheek and gurgled out:
“Guess they went in the car ahead to be nearer the exit gate when we get there.”
“Don Starr! What have you got in your mouth?” demanded Dot, suspecting the truth.
“Gum, of course! What have you got?” retorted Don.
“I’ve got one piece! How many have you?”
“I’ve got what I paid for!” snapped Don, but he had the grace to blush at his selfishness.
“I—I just wish you’d swallow it! So there!” cried Dot, who had unwisely thrown away the gum she had, to induce her twin to give her a new piece.