“Urr-rr-rr-rr,” remarked Joshua.
“It is a valuable dog of ours. I am quite willing to pay his fare,” replied Mr. Force, taking out his pocketbook.
“He can’t be allowed in the passenger car, sir,” replied the conductor.
“Not in the compartment that we have taken for our own convenience, and where he cannot possibly annoy anybody else?”
“No, sir; it is against the rules.”
“Oh, Mr. Conductor! please! please! He is such a good dog, and we love him so much! Indeed, he will not bite when he knows you don’t mean to hurt us! Please, Mr. Conductor, let him stay!” pleaded Elva.
“’Gainst the rules, miss. Very sorry.”
“Papa, tip that fellow with a V, and stop this row!—I mean, papa, pray offer this officer the consideration of a five-dollar note, and conclude this controversy.”
Of course, it was Wynnette who uttered this insolence.
“Hush, my dear, hush! This is quite inadmissible. The conductor must do his duty.”