"Yes, he is a pretty good dog, nearly always," Mr. Bobbsey said, "but he made trouble for us to-day. Now, Snap, you'll have to stay chained up the rest of the trip, until we get to Meadow Brook." Snap would not like that, Bert knew, but nothing else could be done. The train soon started off again, and when Bert and his father went back to the parlor car where the rest of the family were riding they told all that had happened. "Snoop is better than Snap," said Freddie as he listened to the story. "Yes, indeed," agreed his sister Flossie. "Snoop wouldn't jump out of a train and make a lot of trouble." "Well, he did run away, once," declared Nan, who did not like to hear Snap talked about. "Besides, Snoop is fast in a box, and he wouldn't get out if he wanted to," added Bert, with a laugh. So the children talked about their pets, now and then looking out of the windows at the scenery, while Dinah dozed off in her chair, and Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey spoke of different matters. Bert heard something of what his father and mother were saying, and once he heard mentioned the name of Frank Kennedy. "That's the boy who ran away from Mr. Mason, the lumber man," said Bert to himself. "I wonder what became of him, and if we'll ever see poor Frank again?" And he little thought how soon, and under what circumstances, he was to meet the unfortunate lad again. One of the porters, wearing a white cap, jacket and apron walked through the chair car about noon, calling out: "First call fo' dinner in de dinin' car! First call fo' dinner!" "Do they eat on trains?" asked Flossie. "Yes, and at cute little tables," said Nan. "Did we eat at them the last time we went to Meadow Brook?" Freddie wanted to know. "No, you were too little then," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "and we brought our lunch with us. But this time we shall go to the diner." "Oh, what fun!" cried Flossie. Mr. Bobbsey led the way for his family into the dining-coach. As Nan had said, there were cute little tables against the side of the car, and on each table was a little dish of ferns, and other green plants, making a pretty decoration. Dinah would not come. She said she would rather eat some chicken sandwiches she had in her bag, and Mr. Bobbsey let the dear old colored cook do as she pleased. The Bobbsey twins found it so strange to eat in a car, at a real table, while rushing along, that I think they did not eat as much as they would have done at home. But they enjoyed it just the same, though Freddie did splash some water from his finger bowl on the table cloth. "Oh! Oh!" he exclaimed when he saw what he had done. He looked anxiously at his mother. "Dat's all right, little man," said the colored waiter with a smile that showed all his white teeth. "Got t' put a clean cloth on anyhow, an' watah doesn't matter." Freddie felt better then.