“I think it’s because a train always seems so–oh, jolly–and exciting,” ventured Katy.
“That’s only part,” said Chicken Little, who had been studying; “it’s wondering what’s at the other end of the track that tempts you so.”
“Pooh, I know what’s at the other end of this track and it tempts me like sixty.”
“Home?” Katy and Jane asked together.
“No, supper!”
