"Yes, ma'am, I'll help you. I'm goin out on the platform, but I'll come in when the cars come along."
Sam went out on the platform, and watched eagerly for the approach of the cars. Up they came, thundering along the track, and Sam rushed into the depot in excitement.
"Come along, ma'am," he said. "The cars are here."
The old lady was in a flutter of excitement also. She seized one bandbox, and Sam the other, and they hurried out on the platform. They were just climbing up the steps, when the conductor asked, "Where are you going?"
"To York, of course."
"Then this isn't the train. It is going in the opposite direction."
"Lawful suz!" ejaculated the old lady in dismay. "What made you tell me wrong, you bad boy?" and she glared at him reproachfully over her glasses.
"How should I know?" said Sam, rather abashed. "I didn't know about no other train."
"You come near makin' me go wrong."
"I can't help it. It would be just as bad for me."