This stuff's got to go aboard that wagon." Here the passenger's head was thrust forward.
"Can you--" "Yes, of course I can, and glad to, no matter what it is--but not this minute.

Don't ye see what I'm up against ?" The hansom was backed its full length, the passenger watching Kitty's movements with evident amusement.
Two strong hands, one Kitty's and the other John's--mostly John's--lifted the chicken-coop of a trunk bodily, rested it for an instant on the forward wheel, and with another "all together" jerk sent it rolling into the wagon.

This completed the loading.
The passenger craned his head again.
"I am staying in Gramercy Park, and want--" Kitty, who had been stretching her neck to its full length to catch his words, straightened up.

"Ye'll have to get out.

I'm no long-distance telephone, and the racket of them horse-cars is enough to set a body crazy." The passenger laughed, stretched out a leg, gathered the other beside it, and stepped to the sidewalk.