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 CHAPTER II.

A HUMAN EXPRESS PARCEL.

"Hush, sissy! Don't make such a noise. You're disturbing a whole car full of people," said somebody near her.

Josephine suppressed her cries, but could not stifle the mighty sob which shook her. She looked up into the face of the black porter, Bob, studied it attentively, found it not unkind, and regained her self-possession.

"My name is not sissy. It's Josephine Smith. I want my dolly. I cannot go to sleep without her. Her name is Rudanthy. Fetch me Rudanthy, boy."

Bob was the most familiar object she had yet seen. He might have come from the big hotel where she and mamma had taken their meals. Her mother's cottage had been close by, and sometimes of a morning a waiter had brought