circus," said Flossie.

"She'd make make two of Dinah," went on her brother.

"She would not," contradicted Flossie quickly. "'Cause Dinah's black,
and this lady is white."

"That's so," admitted Freddie, with smile. "I didn't think of that."

A sway of the train nearly made Flossie fall, and she caught quickly at
her brother.

"Look out!" he cried. "You 'mos knocked the cup down."

"I didn't mean to," spoke Flossie. "Oh, there goes my hat! Get it,
Freddie, before someone steps on it!"

Her brother managed to get the hat just as it was sliding under the
seat where the fat lady sat.

After some confusion the hat was placed on Flossie's head, and once
more she and her brother moved on toward the water cooler. It was
getting dusk now, and some of the lamps in the car had been lighted.

Freddie, carrying the cup, filled it with water at the little faucet,
and, very politely, offered it to his sister first. Freddie was no
better than most boys of his age, but he did not forget some of the
little polite ways his mamma was continually teaching him. One of
these was "ladies first," though Freddie did not always carry it out,
especially when he was in a hurry.

"Do you want any more?" he asked, before he would get himself a drink.

"Just a little," said Flossie. "The silver cup doesn't hold much."

"No, I guess it's 'cause there's so much silver in it," replied her
brother. "It's worth a lot of money, mamma said."

"Yes, and it's all ours. When I grow up I'm going to have my half made
into a bracelet."

"You are?" said Freddie slowly. "If you do there won't be enough left
for me to drink out of."

"Well, you can have your share of it made into a watch, and drink out
of a glass."

"That's so," agreed Freddie, his face brightening. He gave his sister
more water, and then took some himself. As he drank his eyes were
constantly looking at the very fat lady who filled so much of her seat.
She turned from the window and looked at the two children, smiling
broadly. Freddie was somewhat confused, and looked down quickly. Just
then the train gave another lurch and Freddie suddenly spilled some of
the water on his coat.

"Oh, look what you did!" cried Flossie. "And that's your best coat!"

"I--I couldn't help it," stammered Freddie.

"Never mind, little boy," said the fat lady. "It's only clean water.
Come here and I'll wipe it off with my handkerchief. I'd come to you,
only I'm so stout it's har