[She rises in her berth, and looks up over the edge of the upper.]

AUNT MARY. I suppose so. It's a well-managed road. They've got the air-
brake, I've heard, and the Miller platform, and all those horrid things.
What makes you introduce such unpleasant subjects?

MRS. ROBERTS. Oh, I don't mean accidents. But, you know, when you turn,
it does creak so awfully. I shouldn't mind myself; but the baby--

AUNT MARY. Why, child, do you think I'm going to break through? I
couldn't. I'm one of the _lightest_ sleepers in the world.

MRS. ROBERTS. Yes, I know you're a light sleeper; but--but it doesn't
seem quite the same thing, somehow.

AUNT MARY. But it is; it's quite the same thing, and you can be
perfectly easy in your mind, my dear. I should be quite as loth to break
through as you would to have me. Good-night.

MRS. ROBERTS. Yes; good-night, Aunty!

AUNT MARY. Well?

MRS. ROBERTS. You ought to just see him, how he's lying. He's a perfect
log. _Couldn't_ you just bend over, and peep down at him a moment?

AUNT MARY. Bend over! It would be the death of me. Good-night.

MRS. ROBERTS. Good-night. Did you put the glass into my bag or yours? I
feel so very thirsty, and I want to go and get some water. I'm sure I