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I think he was a wonderfully nice baggageman, for men of that class are so apt to swear when they get very warm, at least, so I've heard. And did you hear " "Tickets, ma'am," observed the conductor. "There, I didn't mean to keep you waiting a minute;" and Mary Leonard opened her pocketbook, "but I forgot all about the tickets. Oh, Lucy, I gave you the tickets, and I took the checks."
Cherry would have dragged both children to the cooler, but she was not taking any chances with pretty, unprotected Arethusa. No one else should have that seat of hers. The baggageman came through the car; calling as he went, "Anybaggageyouwantdeliveredinthe-city, car-ri-age or omnibus." It gave Arethusa a most delightful little thrill all down her spine to hear him.
In the baggage-car, the baggageman was smoking a surreptitious pipe of powerful tobacco between stations and contemplating the scenery thoughtfully through the open door. As the engine slowed up to take a curve and a grade, Bailey who had now and then taken a peep out of a little grated window above him, crept out from his hiding-place. Already he had slipped a dark silk mask over his face.
"Yes, to be sure," said Lucy, opening her pocketbook. "I'll put them in the seat for you, ladies, like this," said the conductor, smiling, "and then you won't have any more trouble." "Oh, yes, thank you," said Lucy Eastman. "What a nice conductor!" observed Mary Leonard. "Did I hear what, Mary? you were telling me something." "Oh, about the baggageman.
As the train stopped, the baggageman jumped to the ground and came running back to Earle, all out of breath. "That your dog?" he demanded. "Sure, he's my dog!" "Where'd you get him?" The wrinkles in the corner of Earle's eye came close together. "Is that any of your affair?" But the baggageman smiled ingratiatingly, like a man who wanted to be friends. "Tell you why I ask," he explained.
Cold, pine-laden air deluged the heated car and chilled his quivering nose and swelled his heaving chest. Beyond the baggageman he saw through the open door, as on a moving-picture screen, sunlit fields and sunlit woods whirling past. He began to bark at them eagerly, his eyes hungry, his tail beating against the taut chain an excited tattoo. The baggageman turned with a grin. "Birds?" he said.
I'm sorry, mister but if you don't mind what's your name and address?" Earle had turned, and was looking at the dog under the truck. Then without a word he gave his name. The baggageman wrote it hastily in a notebook. The bell began to ring. The baggageman started away running. "That's what I call white, Mr.
It was at this moment that Evan Blount, bearing luggage-checks and going in search of the house baggageman, missed another incident which might have drawn him back suddenly to his problem and its unsettled condition. The incident was the meeting between his father and the railroad vice-president at the room-clerk's counter.
Passengers looking from trains saw her as a village woman of fading prettiness, incorruptible virtue, and no abnormalities; the baggageman heard her say, "Oh yes, I do think it will be a good example for the children"; and all the while she saw herself running garlanded through the streets of Babylon. Planting led her to botanizing.
She was not exactly sure he was the person to give her check to, but decided it would be best to obey the letter of the law this time. Miss Eliza had mentioned no baggageman, but she had been most explicit in her directions to Arethusa that she give that check to no one but her father.
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