“Did Ned get on?” suddenly asked Dorothy. “I don’t see him.”
“He’s on,” answered Tavia, disdainfully, “in the smoker. Didn’t you hear him beg our permission?”
After an hour had passed Aunt Winnie came toward them and said:
“Don’t you think it best to retire now, girls? You have a strenuous week before you.”
Dorothy and Tavia readily agreed, as neither had found much to keep them awake. Many of the passengers had already retired, some of them immediately after the last stop was made. Tavia could not remain quiet, and happy too, where there was no excitement. She preferred to sleep peacefully—and strangely, the Pullman sleeper offered no fun even to an inventive mind like Tavia’s.
“Ned might have stayed with us,” sighed Dorothy. “Boys are so selfish.”
“Wouldn’t you like to go into the smoker too?” suggested Tavia.
“What! Tavia Travers, you’re simply too awful!” cried Dorothy.
“Oh, just to keep awake. After all, I find I have a yearning to stay up. All in favor of the smoker say ‘Aye.’” And a lone “Aye” came from Tavia.
“Besides,” said Dorothy, “the porter wouldn’t permit it.”