"Oh! yes, I can. I have got to go through it. Move out of my way."
My tone and manner impressed him sufficiently, and he surlily moved aside, muttering to himself; and I passed on, just conscious that the stout lady had posted herself at the opening of the passage-way behind, and had beckoned to the porter, who sprang toward her with alacrity. As I passed through the open saloon, the young lady was engaged in supplying my little charges with large plates of bread and butter, while a grinning cook, in his white apron and cap, was bringing a yet further supply. She turned and smiled to me as I passed.
"Won't you have something, too? It is a very poor apology for a breakfast; for we had finished and cleared away, but if——"
"These little tots don't appear to think so," I said, my ill-humor evaporating under her smile.
"Well, won't you have something?"
I declined this in my best Chesterfieldian manner, alleging that I must go ahead and tell their mother what a good fairy they had found.
"Oh! it is nothing. To think of these poor little things being kept without breakfast all morning. My father will be very much disturbed to find that this car has caused the delay."
"Not if he is like his sister," I thought to myself, but I only bowed, and said, "I will come back in a little while, and get them for their mother." To which she replied that she would send them to their mother by the porter, thereby cutting off a chance which I had promised myself of possibly getting another glimpse of her. But the sight of myself at this moment in a mirror hastened my departure. A large smudge of black was across my face, evidently from a hand of one of the children. The prints of the fingers in black were plain on my cheek, while a broad smear ran across my nose. No wonder they thought me a brakeman.
As I reached the front door of the car I found it locked and I could not open it. At the same moment the porter appeared behind me.
"Ef you'll git out of my way, I'll open it," he said in a tone so insolent that my gorge rose.