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. Here! Stop! Don't start the train! There's a gentleman missing!— I wonder where he can be? The train is moving— He's left— What can the matter be? Too bad! What a pity!

. He hasn't moved to another compartment. Here are his things.

. Of course he hasn't. We had better throw them out of the window. He can pick them up on the platform. It's the best we can do for him.

. Yes! It's the best.

. Help me! Hurry up!

. There they go!

. They belong to a gentleman who has lost the train! Keep them for him! He'll be out in a minute!— Didn't he know that the train doesn't wait for anybody? I am so sorry!

. We forgot the book.

. Never mind; it's all right. It won't be like the other one, anyhow— What a pity!

. [Looking at the book] What a pity!

. If there isn't another train to-day and his family should be waiting for him and he should be ashamed to let them know— I hate to think of it! It's too horrible for words!

. [Giggling] Too horrible!

. God bless me! It's too bad. While he was here, we had an escort, as it were. We were having a very agreeable conversation. It was easy to see he had acquired a great deal of information.

. He was very good-looking. Listen, mamma; where did you say that you pinched me in the tunnel? On the arm?

. What do you want to know that for?

. Nothing. Because it hurts.