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 An official in uniform was respectfully addressing the lady:

"Pardon, madam, but I think this must be my little 'Parcel.' I've been looking for her. Did you have your breakfast, little girl?"

"Yes, thank you," she answered.

"I hope you enjoyed it."

"I didn't much," was her frank reply to this kind wish.

"Why, wasn't it right? Here, waiter! I want you to take this young lady under your special care. See that she has the best of everything, and is served promptly, no matter who else waits. It's a point of honor with the service, madam," he explained to the wondering lady beside them.

"The service? Beg pardon, but I don't understand. The child seemed to be alone and I tried to look after her a bit."

"Thank you for doing so, I'm sure. The Express Service, I refer to. I'm the train agent between San Diego and Chicago; she is under my care. There the agent of the other line takes her in charge. She's billed