“Isn’t it fun?” she said.
For a long time Sunny Boy amused himself by watching the country through which they were riding. They passed one or two little stations without stopping, and at the crossings Sunny Boy saw children waving to the train. He waved to them and hoped that they saw him.
“Tickets!” The conductor had reached their car.
Mrs. Horton took a ticket from her bag and gave it to her son. He held it out and the conductor punched it and passed on.
“Do you want me to keep it?” he asked.
“I’ll put it in my purse so it can’t be lost,” Mother answered. “But when the conductor asks for it again you may give it to him. He won’t come again for ever so long.”
As Sunny Boy was watching an automobile racing with the train on a road that ran alongside the tracks, a white-aproned colored man came into their car.
“First call for lunch!” he shouted. “First call for lunch!”
Sunny Boy felt suddenly hungry. Down the aisle the woman with all the children had opened a pasteboard box and they were having a picnic right there. Other people were eating sandwiches.
“We’ll go and get our lunch,” decided Mrs. Horton. “Be careful going down the aisle, dear, and don’t bump into people any more than you can help.”