"Seems as though it ought to be pretty nearly noon, doesn't it ?" asked Tom.
"Yes.

What time did you have breakfast?
I had mine at half-past six." "Me too.

Let's go through the train and see if we can find some apples or popcorn or something." The trainboy was discovered in a corner of the smoking-car and they purchased apples, chocolate caramels and salted peanuts, as well as two humorous weeklies, and found a seat in the car and settled down to business.

They were both frightfully hungry, since excitement had prevented full justice to breakfasts.

It was horribly smoky in that car, but Steve declared that he liked it, and Tom, although his eyes were soon smarting painfully, pretended that he did too.
"I suppose we'll have to smoke at school," said Tom without enthusiasm.
Steve considered the question a moment.