Lady. I am so nervous; I'm always afraid of those tunnels. You never can tell what is going to happen in a tunnel. However, it's too late now for regrets— Don't you feel hungry?
Young Lady. I should say I do. It always gives me an appetite to ride on the train.
Lady. If you travelled more maybe you'd pick up faster. Now you look like half a Philopena— Hand me down the basket— Better see how the cat is.
Young Lady. Hello, kitty! Puss! Puss! My, what eyes! They shine like fire.
Lady. I'm thankful it hasn't given us any trouble, though. It's time to eat.
Young Lady. Another stop.
Lady. Good. We can spread the things out now.
A Voice. One minute! One minute!
Another Voice. Water! Who wants water?
Lady. These breaded chops ought to taste good. Spread the paper for a cloth— Give me a napkin— Don't upset the wine-bottle
The Gentleman re-enters.
Gentleman. I beg your pardon, ladies
Lady. Eh?
Young Lady. Oh!
Lady. What! You again?
Gentleman. Yes, I was riding in the smoking-car.
Lady. But weren't you left behind?
Young Lady. We thought
Gentleman. But my luggage? How is this?
Lady. Oh! I beg your pardon!
Young Lady. You see
Lady. We thought you had missed the train, and, so as to oblige you
