A lavatory in each car.

This is progress; this is nineteenth-century spirit.

In New Zealand, these fast expresses run twice a week.

It is well to know this if you want to be a bird and fly through the country at a 20-mile gait; otherwise you may start on one of the five wrong days, and then you will get a train that can't overtake its own shadow.
By contrast, these pleasant cars call to mind the branch-road cars at Maryborough, Australia, and the passengers' talk about the branch-road and the hotel.
Somewhere on the road to Maryborough I changed for a while to a smoking-carriage.

There were two gentlemen there; both riding backward, one at each end of the compartment.