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You can imagine my feelings when I realised that I was to be sent
away. I shrieked and chattered with rage, but no one paid any
attention to me. I was obliged to settle down in my box in sulky
silence. In a little while I could feel myself being carried down the
porch steps. Then the carriage door slammed and we jolted along in the
dark for a long time. I knew when we reached the depot by the bright
light streaming through the holes in my box-lid. I was carried up the
steps into the sleeping-car, and for the next quarter of an hour it
seemed to me that my box changed position every two minutes. The
porter was getting us settled for the night He was about to poke the
box that held me under the berth where little Elsie and her nurse were
to sleep, when Stuart called him from the berth above, into which he
had just climbed. So I was tossed up as if I had been an ordinary
piece of baggage, the porter little knowing what was strapped so
carefully inside the bandbox.
Doctor Tremont and Phil had the section just across the aisle from
ours, and Phil carried his box up the step-ladder himself, and stowed
Matches carefully away in one corner before he began to take off his
shoes. When the curtains were all drawn and the car-lights turned down
low so that every one could sleep, Stuart sat up and began unbuckling
the strap around my box. I knew enough to keep still when he took the
lid off and gently stroked me.
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