"You were saying," reminded Violet-eyes, "that your sister—?"
"She just came home from there, and says that—"
"Railroad ticket!" said the baggageman with exaggerated patience.
"Railroad ticket!" said the baggageman with exaggerated patience. I began to feel in various pockets
I began again to feel in various pockets.
"She says," continued Gray-eyes, "that she never met more charming people or had better things to eat. She loves the southern accent too."
I don't know how the tickets got into my upper right vest pocket; I never carry tickets there; but that is where I found them.
"Do you like it?" asked the other girl of me.