94 Two Litre Prterims’ PROGRESS

 

“JT think there is a seat empty just behind that
very fat lady,” Meg whispered.

It was at the end of the car, and they went to it
and found she was right. They took possession of it
quietly, putting their satchel under the seat.

“Tt seems so still,” said Meg. “I feel as if I was in
somebody’s bedroom. The sound of the wheels makes
it seem all the quieter. It’s as if we were shut in by
the noise.”

“We mustn’t talk,” said Robin, “or we shall waken
the people. Can you go to sleep, Meg?”

“T can if I can stop thinking,” she answered, with a
joyful sigh. “I’m very tired—but the wheels keep
saying over and over again, ‘We're going — we're
going—we're going!’ It’s just as if they were talking.
Don’t you hear them ?”

“Yes, I do. Do they say that to you too? But
we mustn’t listen,” Robin whispered back. “If we
do, we shall not go to sleep, and then we shall be too
tired to walk about. Let’s put our heads down and
shut our eyes, Meg.”

“Well, let’s,” said Meg.

She curled herself up on the seat and put her head
into the corner.

“Tf you lean against me, Rob,” she said, “it will be
softer. We can take turns.”