"I can't imagine where they put them all; though I've never seen a train like this.

But what has become of our Canadian friends ?" George said he did not know, and Edgar resumed: "I'm rather taken with the girl--strikes me as intelligent as well as fetching.

The man's a grim old savage, but I'm inclined to think he's prosperous; when a fellow says he can't afford cigars I generally suspect him of being rich.

It's a pity that stinginess is one of the roads to affluence." The car, glaringly lighted by huge lamps, was crowded and very hot, and after a while George went out on to the rear platform for a breath of air.

The train had now left the city, and glancing back as it swung around a curve, he wondered how one locomotive could haul the long row of heavy cars.