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"On two tickets, then?" "Why, of course, if you want to pay for two full-fare tickets." Jarvis considered rapidly. If he secured the section on two tickets, Sally would be forced to show them both, so she couldn't be kept from knowing about it unless he yes, he could hunt up the Pullman conductor and give him one ticket.
"The Pullman cars," continued the mermaid, "are icebergs. They come from the North every summer to take a trip South." "Whew!" shivered Mary Louise. "I think we ar near one now, for I feel quite cold." Sure enough, she was right, for there close at hand was a great white object. "All aboard!" shouted a big polar bear. "Watch your step!"
Give us a hand here. There's a stiff outside!" Jennie could not hear. All she could see was the great box that was so soon to disappear. All she could feel was that this train would start presently, and then it would all be over. The gates opened, the passengers poured out. There were Robert, and Amy, and Louise, and Midgely all making for the Pullman cars in the rear.
"The bathroom may have been early Pullman, and the linen closet late German Lloyd, my dear Emily; but the rest of the house is Tudor, and can't be replaced," said Sir Lionel; and I was sure, as he looked down at his sister, of a thing I'd already suspected: that he has a sense of humour.
A resolution was introduced, appropriating four thousand dollars for the purpose of presenting stands of colors to five regiments of city militia, which were named, each stand to cost eight hundred dollars. Mr. Pullman, as usual, objected, and we beg the reader to mark his objections.
Motionless beside the switch Glover saw down the gloom of the shed the shoes wringing fire from the Pullman wheels, and wondered why they were stopping. The conductor from the open vestibule waved to him as the train slowed and ran forward with the message. "Giddings wired me to wait for your answer, Mr. Glover," said the conductor. Glover was reading the telegram: "I may start Saturday.
I have gone through it several times, and it is the only book one can read twelve hours at a stretch, on the Pullman, when he is making thirty-six hour and forty-eight hour jumps from town to town. American civilization grows more hieroglyphic every day.
It seems so funny that they have been in New York two whole days before us. I suppose they have seen Madeleine's presents, and our bridesmaids' dresses and everything!" Eleanor sighed as she leaned back luxuriously in the chair of the Pullman coach, gazing down the aisle at her fellow passengers.
"But Pullman porters are not Indians, and even if they were I can't quite see how it affects Benis and his lady secretary." "The principle," said Aunt Caroline, "is the same." Rogers wondered if his brain were going. At any rate he felt that he needed a smoke. Aunt Caroline did not like smoke, so comparative privacy was assured. Also, a good smoke might show him a way out of his difficulty.
She was drifting mentally, unable to say to herself what to do. The train stopped and Hurstwood led the way out. He looked warily around him, pretending to look after Carrie. Seeing nothing that indicated studied observation, he made his way to the ticket office. "The next train for Montreal leaves when?" he asked. "In twenty minutes," said the man. He bought two tickets and Pullman berths.
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