"Yes. What about your luggage? I have just the small car but the dickey holds quite a lot."
"I have just this," he said, indicating his "grip."
"Is the rest coming later?"
"No, this is all I possess."
"Oh." She smiled just a little. "No moss."
"No," he said, "no moss," and began to like her very much.
"The car is out in the yard. Through this way."
"Been away, Mr. Ashby?" the ticket-collector said, accepting his piece of pasteboard.
"Yes, I've been away."
At the sound of his voice the ticket-collector looked up, puzzled.