their breakfast across to them. That waiter was a favorite, and in this dimness she fancied he had appeared before her.
"Do you live at the 'Florence,' boy?" she asked.
"No, missy, but my brother does," he answered.
"Ah! Fetch me Rudanthy, please."
After much rummaging, and some annoyance to a lady who now occupied the upper berth, the doll was found and restored. But by this time Josephine was wide awake and disposed to ask questions.
"What's all the curtains hung in a row for, Bob?"
"To hide the berths, missy. I guess you'd better not talk now."
"No, I won't. What you doing now, Bob?" she continued.
"Making up the section across from yours, missy. Best go to sleep," advised the man.
"Oh, I'm not a bit sleepy. Are you?" was her next demand.
"Umm," came the unsatisfactory response.
