It is the worst thing for a young man.
I'll sit here a little while, and then I'll--The conductor will help me, I suppose, or perhaps that gentleman might--I hate to be left by myself." These were the last words which Clover heard as she escaped.

She entered Car Forty-seven with such a rueful and disgusted countenance that everybody burst out laughing.
"What is the matter, Miss Clover ?" asked Mr.Dayton.

"Has your old lady left something after all ?" "Don't call her _my_ old lady! I'm supposed to be her young lady, under her charge," said Clover, trying to smile.

But the moment she got Katy to herself, she burst out with,-- "My dear, what _am_ I going to do?
It's really too dreadful.

Instead of some one to help me, which is what papa meant, Mrs.Watson seems to depend on me to take all the care of her; and she says she has fainting fits and disease of the heart! How can I take care of her?
Phil needs me all the time, and a great deal more than she does; I don't see how I can." "You can't, of course.