"Now, Uncle! Every dress Gene bought for me is seven-year-old size, and not one of them had to be shortened."
"Hm! I thought you told me that you are 'going on' eight. Well, never mind, let us hope that you will grow longer and broader in the wonderful Texas climate."
Mary looked with some curiosity about the sleeper, for this was her first trip of more than two or three hours. She leaned toward her uncle and whispered, "I mean to try ever so hard, Uncle, to keep awake, but I really don't see how I can do it for three nights and two days." And she was almost ashamed of the way the Doctor laughed.
"I do not see how I can do so, either, pet; but perhaps you will let me put my head on your shoulder and take a little nap now and then, and you can do the same with me." And he went off in another peal of merriment.
A few hours later she exclaimed, "Why—why, Uncle! Look at that porter! He is pulling down the roof of the car!"
"Watch him a few minutes, and your fears will be set at rest."
Mary's eyes grew rounder and rounder as she saw the porter jerk down a mattress, blankets, pillows, and everything necessary to make up the lower berth; but her wonder became greater when he began on the upper one.
"Uncle! he is making a two-story bed! Did you ever see anything like it!"
"Very often indeed. To save time, I travel at night whenever possible, you know."
"Hm! I think I ought to get off this train and go straight home to Gene."