"There seems no limit to the supply.

Just as surely as it grows warm and dusty, and we begin to remember that we are thirsty, a tinkle is heard, and Bayard appears with a tray,--iced lemonade, if you please, made with Apollinaris water with strawberries floating on top! What do you think of that at thirty miles an hour?
Bayard is the colored butler.

The cook is named Roland.

We have a fine flavor of peers and paladins among us, you perceive.
"The first day out was cool and delicious, and we had no dust.
At six o'clock we stopped at a junction, and our car was detached and run off on a siding.

This was because Mr.Dayton had business in the place, and we were to wait and be taken on by the next express train soon after midnight.