"We must keep pushing on.

There are so many places in the South to see." "My sister has just been there, and she--" "Where to ?" demanded the insistent baggageman.
"Why, Baltimore, of course," I said.

Had he paid attention to our conversation he might have known.
"You were saying," reminded Violet-eyes, "that your sister-- ?" "She just came home from there, and says that--" "Railroad ticket!" said the baggageman with exaggerated patience.
I began again to feel in various pockets.
"She says," continued Gray-eyes, "that she never met more charming people or had better things to eat.

She loves the southern accent too." I don't know how the tickets got into my upper right vest pocket; I never carry tickets there; but that is where I found them.
"Do you like it ?" asked the other girl of me.
"Like what ?" "Why, the southern accent." "Any valuation ?" the baggageman demanded.
"Yes," I answered them both at once.
"Oh, you _do_ ?" cried Violet-eyes, incredulously.
"Why, yes; I think--" "Put down the amount and sign here," the baggageman directed, pushing a slip toward me and placing a pencil in my hand.
I obeyed.

The baggageman took the slip and went off to a little desk.