I made a short prayer and concluded to fall out, but just then one of my feet rested on something solid, so I put both feet on it and began to step down.
[Illustration: I made a short prayer and concluded to fall out.]
Alas, however, the moment I put my weight on it my stepping-stone gave way and I fell overboard with a splash.
"How dare you put your feet on my head?" yelled the man on the ground floor of my bedroom.
"Excuse me! it felt like something wooden," I whispered, while I dashed madly for the smoker.
From that day to this I have never been able to look a Pullman car in the face, and whenever anybody mentions an upper berth to me I lose my presence of mind and get peevish.
If you have ever been there yourself I know you don't blame me!
Do you?