Hush-a-by, baby, your cradle is green! O, dear, my arms'll ache off." A boy approached with a basket of pop-corn and other refreshments.
Dotty remembered that she had in her pocket the means to purchase very many such luxuries.

But how was she to find the way to her pocket?
Baby required both hands, and undivided attention.

Dotty looked at the boy imploringly.

He snapped his fingers at her little charge, and passed on.
She looked around for her father.

He was at the other end of the car, talking politics with a group of gentlemen.
"Please stop," said she, faintly, and the boy came to her elbow again.
"I want some of that pop-corn so much!" was the plaintive request.