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 writer case along the platform and down the stairs to the train. The porter set it between the seats in my section, and I climbed over it and sat down. You've no idea how big a type-writer case is until you come to divide up small quarters with it. I tried to shove it under the seat; but it was too high both ways, so I let it be. I didn't particularly mind climbing over it, anyway.

"The train started up, and pretty soon the Pullman conductor came through. When he caught sight of the case, he stopped short and glared. 'You can't have that in here,' he said.

"I just looked at him. There didn't seem to be anything to say, and so I didn't say it.

I said you couldn't have that in here,' he remarked again.

Well, wh-where can I have it?' I asked, meekly.

It ought to be in the baggage car. Why didn't you have it checked?'

They wouldn't check it.'

Huh? Why wouldn't they?'

Said it was against orders.'

Well, you can't have it in here,' he said, and walked on.