But the paper on this journey to Rafield! There was nothing in the world to touch it.

In the first place you spread newspaper on your knees, then there was paper under the sandwiches (chicken), and more paper under the sandwiches (beef), and still more under the sandwiches (egg); there was paper round the seed-cake, and, most wonderful of all, paper round the jam-puffs.
Jam-puffs with strawberry jam eaten in the odour of ginger-beer and eggshells! Is it possible for life at its very best to hold more?
He kept his jam-puff so long as he could, until at last Mr.Cole said: "Now, my boy! Finish it up--finish it up.

Paper out of the window-all neat and tidy; that's right!" speaking in that voice which Jeremy hated, because it was used, so especially, when cod-liver oil had to be taken.
He swallowed his puff in a gulp, and then gazed out of the window lamenting its disappearance.
"Did you like it ?" whispered Mary hoarsely.
"You've got some jam on the side of your nose," said Jeremy.
He was sitting next to his father, who had the corner seat, and he now devoted all his energies to prevent himself from falling asleep against his father's leg.

But the ginger-beer, the glazed and shining fields beyond the window, the little blobs of sunlight that danced upon the floor of the carriage, the scents of food and flowers, and the hot breeze, the hum of the train, and the dancing of the telegraph wires--all these things were against him.

His head began to nod and then to jump back with a sudden terrible spring as though an evil demon pulled it with a rope from behind, the carriage swelled like a balloon, then dwindled into a thin, straight line.