Josephine clutched Rudanthy and woke that indolent creature rather suddenly.
“Dolly, dolly, sit up! The shiny-blue man is hollering at the people dreadful loud. Maybe it’s wrong for dolls to go to sleep in these railway things.”
“WHERE’S YOUR FOLKS?”
The shiny-blue man stopped right at Josephine’s seat, and demanded fiercely, or it sounded fierce to the little girl:
“Sissy, where’s your folks?”
“Please, I haven’t got any,” she answered politely.
“Who do you belong to, then?” asked he.
“I’m Mrs. John Smith’s little girl, Josephine,” she explained.
“Hmm. Well, where’s Mrs. John Smith?” he persisted.