He took the paper off the cage to give his white mice the air, and a woman in the seat behind jumped and screamed.
“Oh, take them away! Take them away! They’ll get out!” she cried. “Anyway, they’ll frighten my baby into fits!”
Then immediately the conductor came along and angrily told Sonny Boy that that wasn’t a menagerie car, and he must either throw those things away or carry them into the baggage-car. He said some people with a screeching parrot were out in the baggage-car. They would not trust their parrot there alone, and people in the cars wouldn’t hear it screech.
Sonny Boy, with a very red face, followed the conductor to the baggage-car.
On a trunk a little girl was sitting, with her nurse, a rather cross-looking woman, beside her. Between them was a large cage. “If you want to leave your live stock here, you can go back to the car. I guess ’twill be safe enough,” said the conductor. But Sonny Boy shook his head firmly.
“Oh, what lovely little dears!” cried the little girl. She was about as old a little girl as Trixie, but she had a bright, grown-up manner that made Sonny Boy feel bashful.
“Pussy? Pussy? Scat!” shrieked the parrot from the little girl’s cage.
“SONNY BOY WENT INTO THE CAR.”