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"I'm afraid it ain't much like the breakfasts you have in the city." "Well, no, it ain't," he confessed. "But this is the kind a man needs when he lives in the open air." She sat down opposite him, with her elbows on the table, her chin in her palm, her eyes full of shadows. "I'd like to go to a city once. I never saw a town bigger'n Lumberville.

"No, sir," answered Lapham, withdrawing his eyes from a long stare at Bartley, in which he had been seeing himself a young man again, in the first days of his married life. "I went right back to Lumberville and sold out everything, and put all I could rake and scrape together into paint. And Mis' Lapham was with me every time. No hang back about HER. I tell you she was a WOMAN!" Bartley laughed.

"He couldn't, an' he wouldn't!" she said. "If you've got any money there, you'd better get it out quick. It ain't safe a minute. When Lincoln comes home I'm goin' to see if I can't-" "Well, I was calc'latin' to go to Lumberville this week, anyway, to buy a carpet and a chamber set. I guess I might 's well get the money today." When she came in and demanded the money, Sanford was scared.

Soon after the satchels, baskets, and bundles belonging to the Bobbsey twins had been gathered together by the car porter and put at the end, near the door, the train began to run more slowly. "Is this Lumberville?" asked Bert, who had noticed that the trees were not quite so thick now.

An' good luck to yo' all!" called the smiling porter, as he climbed up the car steps, carrying the rubber-covered stool he had put down for the passengers to alight on. Then the train puffed away and the Bobbsey twins, with their father and mother, and with their baggage around them, stood on the platform of the station which, as Bert could see, was marked "Lumberville." "But where's the place?

"Lumberville and Cowdon. You would think they were named after the trees and the cows." "I think they were," his father said. "Out West they take names that mean something, and Lumberville and Cowdon just describe the places they are named after."

Nothing had moved his thick imagination like this day's events since the girl who taught him spelling and grammar in the school at Lumberville had said she would have him for her husband. The dark figures, stationary on the rocks, began to move, and he could see that they were coming toward the house. He went indoors, so as not to appear to have been watching them.

All they knew was that they were out in the rain, and they did not seem to be able to get to any shelter. There were no trees on the prairies about Three Star ranch, as there were in the woods at Lumberville. "Oh, Bert, what shall we do?" cried Nan. "It's getting terribly dark and I'm afraid!" Bert was a little afraid also, but he was not going to let his sister know that.

And then the Bobbsey twins started off on another part of their trip to the great West. They did not have long to wait for the train in the Lumberville station, and, as they got aboard and began their travels once more, they could see Harvey Hallock waving to them from his wagon.

"We'll be at Lumberville in about two hours." They went to breakfast while the train was still puffing along through the woods. The scenery was quite different from that on the first part of their journey, where they had scarcely ever been out of sight of houses and cities, with only now and then a patch of wooded land.