"Express to New York." "You're wrong," volunteered a third.

"It runs accommodation from here on Sundays." "That's so," agreed the other.

"I'd forgot." Amy thanked his informant and at that moment the proprietor, who had been in and out taking orders, appeared with the boys' breakfasts.

The baked beans and the hash were sizzling hot and looked delicious, and the coffee commanded instant attention.

A plate piled with thick slices of bread and two small pats of very yellow butter completed the repast.