sun shining!" exclaimed Jess. "Things will soon be dry at this rate."
"It must be about noon," observed Henry, looking at the sun. And as he spoke the faint echo of mill bells in the distance was heard.
"Henry!" said Jess sharply. "Let's live here!"
"Live here?" repeated Henry dully.
"Yes! Why not?" replied Jess. "Nobody uses this car, and it's dry and warm. We're quite far away. And yet we are near enough to a town so we can buy things."
"And we're near water," added Violet.
Jess hugged her sister. "So we are, little mouse," she said—"the most important thing of all."
"But—" began Henry.
"Please, Henry," said Jess excitedly. "I could make this old freight car into the dearest little house, with beds, and chairs, and a table—and dishes—"
"I'd like to live here, too," said a determined little voice from the corner, "but I don't want to, unless—"
"Unless what?" asked Henry, panic-stricken.
"Unless I can have my dinner," Benny finished anxiously.
