"We—ell, I s'pose not," admitted Bess, slowly. "But it does seem funny."
Nan chuckled. "As long as we see anything funny in the situation, I guess we shall get along all right."
"Oh! you know what I mean," her chum said. "I wonder where that door leads to?"
"Into another car," Nan said demurely.
"Is that so, Miss Smartie?" cried Bess. "But what car?"
She tried the door. It gave entrance to a baggage coach, dimly lit by a lantern swinging from the roof. Nobody was in the car and the girls walked hesitatingly forward.
"Oh!" squealed Bess, suddenly. "Here's my trunk."
"And here's mine," Nan said, and stopped to pat the side of the battered, brown box stenciled "N.S." on its end. Nan had something very precious in that trunk, and to tell the truth she wished she had that precious possession out of the trunk right then.
"It's awfully cold in here, Bess," she said slowly.
"I guess they haven't got the steam turned on in this flat, either," returned Bess, laughing. "Nothing to freeze here but the trunks. Oh! oh! what's that?"