"Huh! Somebody flimflammed you?" demanded Marty, staring, too, at his cousin.
"No-o," the girl admitted faintly. "I—I did it myself."
"You did what?" asked the interested trainman.
"I wrapped that paper up and hid it in my blouse. My money is safe."
"It is!" cried Marty. "Sure? Where you got it hid?"
"Never mind; it's safe," said Janice tartly.
The trainman chuckled as he went his way.
"Marty!" began the girl when Madam broke in:
"You are well engaged, I see," she said sharply. "I will bid you goot evening," and she moved majestically toward the car.
"Who is she?" demanded Marty, following Madam with suspicious eye.