I have my dress-suit in some of those trunks.

Frank is going to Congress, is he?
That's a good joke! Drive on.

What are you standing there for ?' The carriage door was shut, and, mounting the box, John drove as rapidly toward Tracy Park as the darkness of the night would admit, while the passenger inside sat with his hat over his eyes, and his chin almost touching his breast, as if absorbed in thought, or else not thinking at all.

Once, however, he spoke to himself, and said: 'Poor little Gretchen! I wonder how I could have forgotten and left her in the train.

What will she do alone in a strange place?
But perhaps Heaven will take care of her.