“Come all right, anyhow!” sniffed Cousin Lizzie. “It is all right now as far as I am concerned. I certainly could not taste a mouthful in such surroundings as these.”
Douglas put her tired head on the dingy, dusty red plush upholstery and closed her eyes. Food made no difference to her. All she wanted was rest. Bobby opened the package of chewing gum that his employer had slipped him as advance wages, and forgot all about the hunger that he had declared a moment before.
“I ain’t a keering, Nan, ’bout no lunch. I am goin’ to buy all the choclid an’ peanuts what the man brings in the train an’ old lunch ain’t no good nohow.”
Nan kept on smiling an enigmatic smile that mystified Helen and Lucy. They were accustomed to Nan’s forgetting things but she was usually so contrite and miserable. Now she just smiled and peeped out the window.
“I don’t believe she gives a hang,” whispered Lucy to Helen.
“Looks that way. If she had spent hours making the sandwiches, as I did, maybe she would not be so calm about it.”
“I made some of them, too.”
“Oh, yes, so you did,—about three, I should say.”
“Lots more. You’re all the time thinking you make all the sandwiches.”
Douglas opened her tired eyes at the sharp tone of voice that Lucy had fallen into.