Mr. and Mrs. Erveng were talking to an acquaintance who had come
up, and actually Hilliard hadn't the sense to offer me anything else,
and I _couldn't_ ask. Having sisters is certainly a great thing for a
boy, as I've told Jack scores of times; why, for all that he is so shy,
Jack could have taken twice as good care of a girl as Hilliard did of
me, just because he has had me to train him.
Presently Mrs. Erveng passed the lunch box over to me. "_Do_ take
another sandwich, Betty," she said kindly, "and some cake."
But by this time no one else in the car was eating, and I didn't want
to be the only person,--I hate to have people stare at me while I'm
eating,--so I refused. The open box remained by me for some
time,--'twas all I could do to keep from putting out my hand
for a sandwich; then the porter came by, and Mr. Erveng handed
it to him to take away.
Hilliard talked to me as we flew along, in his deliberate, grown-up way,
but pleasantly; if I had not been so hungry and homesick, I might have
been interested. But by and by the hunger wore off, and by the time we
reached Endicott Beach I had a raving headache; but I said nothing about
it until after dinner, for Mrs.
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