past us like this! That's what it means in the jogaphy about the earth turning round, I suppose. If it doesn't stop pretty soon I shall get dreadful dizzy and, maybe, go to sleep. But how could I? I'm an express parcel now. Cousin Doctor Mack said so, and dear mamma. Parcels don't go to sleep ever, do they, Rudanthy?"
But Rudanthy herself, lying flat in her mistress' lap, had closed her own waxen lids and made no answer. The only one she could have made, indeed, would have been "Papa," or "Mamma," and that wouldn't have been a "truly" answer, anyway.
Besides, just then a big man, shining with brass buttons and a brass-banded cap, came along and demanded:
"Tickets, please."
Josephine clutched Rudanthy and woke that indolent creature rather suddenly.
"Dolly, dolly, sit up! The shiny-blue man is hollering at the people dreadful loud. Maybe it's wrong for dolls to go to sleep in these railway things."
