“What’s all the curtains hung in a row for, Bob?”
“To hide the berths, missy. I guess you’d better not talk now.”
“No, I won’t. What you doing now, Bob?” she continued.
“Making up the section across from yours, missy. Best go to sleep,” advised the man.
“Oh, I’m not a bit sleepy. Are you?” was her next demand.
“Umm,” came the unsatisfactory response.
“What you say? You mustn’t mumble. Mamma never allows me to mumble. I always speak outright,” was Josephine’s next comment.
“Reckon that’s true enough,” murmured the porter, under his breath.
“What, Bob? I didn’t hear,” from the little girl.
“No matter, I’ll tell you in the morning,” he whispered.