"Well, you know when I went away to the country, I only took my five children and I brought ten home with me."
"How was that?" I asked, in surprise.
"Well, they ate green apples and got doubled up."
Singular what queer things do happen on the electric cars of a great metropolis. The other day I was riding down to the City Hall in a pretty crowded car when something happened.
All the other passengers in the car were men except one; and she was a girl, a nice, pretty, young thing of that peculiar pinkish clarity of complexion more commonly designated "peaches and cream."
The conductor had just collected her fare and was proceeding on his way to the rear platform when the girl grabbed at the left arm of her jacket and emitted a gaspy little scream.
"What is it, miss?" asked the conductor.