"Oh, that's nice! Thank you. I—I—if mamma"—
"I'll try to do what mamma would. There. It's unfastened. Such a pretty coat it is, too. Haven't you a little gown of some sort to put on?"
"All my things are in the satchel. Big Bridget put them there. She told me—I forget what she did tell me. Bob tucked the satchel away."
"I'll find it."
By this time the upper berth lady was again looking over its edge and airing her views on the subject:
"The idea! If I'd known I was going to be pushed off up here and that chit of a child put in below I'd have made a row."
"I believe you," said Red Kimono, calmly. "Yet I suppose this lower bed must have been taken and paid for in the little one's name."
"'Xcuse me, Mrs. Kimono. I'm not a little one. I'm quite, quite big. I'm Josephine."
"And is there nobody on this train belonging to you, Miss Josie?" asked Mrs. Red Kimono.
