"They say one doesn't notice it much after about eight days," her chum said, chuckling.
"Ugh!" shivered Bess, "I don't much care for your kind of humor, Nan
Sherwood."
The conductor suddenly glanced at Nan more keenly and asked, "Are you
Nancy Sherwood, Miss?"
"Why, yes, sir."
"And you go to school somewhere upon the shore of Lake Huron?" he pursued.
"Why, yes, sir."
"We go to Lakeview Hall. And we know Linda Riggs," blurted out Bess, remembering what the baggage-man had advised them to say to the conductor.
"Oh, indeed?" said Mr. Carter; but his interest remained fixed on Nan. "You didn't go to school last September over this division, did you?" he asked.
"No, sir. We went from Chicago," replied the wondering Nan.
"Your train was broke in two at the Junction to put in a car?"