"When should we eat our dinner, Floss?" said Carrots, with an instinct that it would be as well to change the subject. "Not just yet. When we've gone about half way would do; and papa said that great big place, Millingham, would be about half way." "But if there were any other people to get into the carriage?" said Carrots. "Well, it wouldn't matter," said Floss. "People must eat when they are travelling." "But wouldn't we have to ask them to have some too?" suggested Carrots. "I don't know," said Floss; "I never thought of that. Perhaps it _would_ be polite. But there are only eight sandwiches, Carrots; eight sandwiches and four sponge cakes and a packet of Albert biscuits. I hope a great many people won't get in." No one got in at the next station. Only the guard put his head in at the door, as Captain Desart had asked him to do, to see how the little pair were getting on. Carrots had thoughts of offering _him_ a sandwich, but he disappeared before there was time to do so, which Floss thought very fortunate when she heard of Carrots' intention. "For you see," she said, "if we began offering them to him, we would have to do it at every station, and if there are eight stations before Whitefriars, all our sandwiches would be gone." "He might have a biscuit for a change," said Carrots, submissive, but scarcely convinced. "He is a nice man, Floss--he calls us 'Well, sir,' and 'Miss.' Do you think papa told him to say 'Well, sir,' and 'Miss?'" But before Floss had time to answer they had stopped again, and this time some one did get into their carriage. The new-comer was a small, neat, oldish lady. She looked rather grim at first, but after a while she grew decidedly friendly, and no wonder; for at Millingham Floss and Carrots unpacked their little basket of provisions, and I don't think the grimmest of maiden ladies could have remained grim after the politeness with which the children treated her. They selected the nicest looking sandwich, putting it on an Albert biscuit by way of a plate, and then, at a sign from Floss, Carrots clambered down from his seat and gravely offered it to the lady. "I'm sorry there's no mustard, if you like mustard," said Floss; "but Carrots and I don't like it, and--and--I suppose nurse didn't think of anyone else." The oldish lady looked at the children for a moment before she replied. "I am very much obliged to you," she said at last, "but I think I won't take a sandwich, as I had luncheon before I left home. But if you will allow me I will have a biscuit. I am very fond of biscuits." "I'm so glad," said Floss, hospitably. "Now, Carrots," she said in a lower voice, "you eat two sandwiches and I'll eat two, and we'll each have one sponge cake. And that'll do for dinner. We'll eat the rest in about an hour and pretend we're having tea early."