“I generously grant this rest to you,” she acknowledge. “All I require you to do is to come Boston with me & carry whatever shopping I buy.”

I a.m.ch obliged. So we depart off by railroad trolley while I carry suit-case, cloak, handbag & umburella on my polite elbow. She set proudishly in cars while I obtain rearward seat behind her. Pretty soonly Hon. Conductor encroach to her with carfare expression.

“I require transfers, if convenient,” she commute.

“Not to do, Hon. Lady!” reproach Hon. Conductor. “We never give transfer on cars of green complexion.”

“I shall report your backward talk,” she snib.

Pretty soonly she make turn-around to me.

“Pass me hand-bag!” she say so. I donate that leather implement.

She open him up and seek inside with nervous expression of fingers.

“You lost it?” I ask to know.

“I cannot dishcover my golden vain-box where it is!” she holla, making more looks inside. Eccitement. “O here is!” she exclam, bringing up one slight box resembling golden cake of soap. She open Hon. Suit-case, remove powder puff51 and make slight smudge to nose with that delicious feather. Then she put him back in box, close box, imprison him in bag, close bag and hand him to me.

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“Give me suit-case,” she pronounce. I poke forth that valuable arcticle. She open him by brass clasp.

“Where are my hand-bag?” she require for frights.

“Here is!” I renig. She open him up to see if Hon. Vain Box are still comfortable, then close him, drop him in Hon. Suit-case, and thrust him backwards to me.

Pretty soonly we make changecar at Porterhouse Junction. We make step-up into red-headed street-car what await there.

“Carfare!” holla Hon. Conductor with police expression.

“Give transfers to this gentleman!” she require from me where I sat back.

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