Gentleman. [Aside] Where did this woman get the idea that I said anything?
Lady. Are we coming to a stop?
Young Lady. Yes, we are stopping now. That was a long run, mamma.
Gentleman. I believe I shall get out and stretch myself for a moment. With your permission, ladies
Lady. Be sure you have time enough.
Gentleman. Yes. The engine takes in water. [The Gentleman goes out.
A Voice. [Outside] Two minutes! The train stops two minutes!
Another Voice. Water! Who wants water?
Another Voice. Buy your cinnamon-cakes! Cinnamon-cakes!
Young Lady. Mamma, I want some cinnamon-cakes.
Lady. Didn't I tell you when you were travelling to be careful what you ate? We've had spice enough already. We're a great deal better off in this compartment. That seems to be a very nice gentleman. Probably he is taking a little vacation— I think we saw him in Madrid one afternoon with a fat lady, that day we were at the Lyric to see "The Iron Ring." Don't you remember the woman who sat in front of us with the big hat, so that you couldn't see? She cried through all the sad parts.
Young Lady. I don't remember, mamma.
Lady. When I get a good look at a person I never forget. I'll ask him when he comes back.
Voices. All aboard! Passengers who are going will please take the train!
Lady. Goodness, there's the bell! The gentleman hasn't come back— See if he's on the platform— Can't you see him?
Young Lady. No.
