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Philip Bolling's little companion paused as the entrance of the train conductor put a stop for the time being to the conversation. The child's ticket was found pinned in the front of her blouse after a nervous search through bags and boxes.

"I forgot where it was because Mrs. O'Shea told me so many times where she had put it," she laughed as the conductor punched it and put it in his pocket. "When anybody keeps on saying the same thing over and over it is hard to remember what the thing is. One telling is a lot easier to remember. You are not going to forget where I'm going are you Mr. Conductor? Somebody will have to tell me where to get off."

"That will be all right, little lady. I see this gentleman has a ticket to the same place. The porter will call you both at six in the morning. That will give you time enough I guess. You have upper twelve."

"I shall be very glad to let the young lady have my lower berth," put in Philip.