"
"There's no cup," Nan said. "I went a little while ago, but a lady let
me take her glass."
"And if there was a cup, I would rather they didn't use it," said Mrs.
Bobbsey. "One never knows who has last handled a public cup."
"But I want a drink," insisted Flossie, a bit fretfully, for she was
tired from the long journey.
"I know it, dear," said her mamma gently, "and I'm getting out the
silver cup for you. Only you must be very careful of it, and not drop
it, for it is solid silver and will dent, or mar, easily." She was
searching in her bag, and presently took out a very valuable drinking
cup, gold lined and with much engraving on it. The cup had been
presented to Flossie and Freddie on their first birthday, and bore each
of their names. They were very proud of it.
"Now be careful," warned Mrs. Bobbsey, as she held out the cup. "Hold
on to the seats as you walk along."
"I'll carry the cup," said Freddie. "I'm the biggest."
"You are not!" declared his sister quickly. "I'm just as big."
"Well, anyhow, I'm a boy," went on Freddie, and Flossie could not deny
this. "And boys always carries things," her brother went on. "I'll
carry the cup."
"Very well, but be careful of it," said his mother with a smile, as she
handed it to him. The two children went down the aisle of the car.
They stopped for a moment at the seat where Dinah was.
"Is Snoop all right?" asked Freddie, peering into a box that was made of
slats, with spaces between them for air.
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