MRS. ROBERTS, calling down the grating "Oh! Is it you, Aunt Mary?"

MRS. CRASHAW: "Of course it is!"

MRS. ROBERTS: "You recognize my voice?"

MRS. CRASHAW: "I should hope so, indeed! Why shouldn't I?"

MRS. ROBERTS: "And you know me? Agnes? Oh!"

MRS. CRASHAW: "Don't be a goose, Agnes."

MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh, it IS you, aunty. It IS! Oh, I'm SO glad! I'm
SO happy! But keep perfectly still, aunty dear, and we'll soon have
you out. Think of baby, and don't give way."

MRS. CRASHAW: "I shall not, if the elevator doesn't, you may depend
upon that."

MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh, what courage you DO have! But keep up your
spirits! Mrs. Miller and I have just come from seeing baby. She's
gone to sleep with all her little presents in her arms. The children
did want to see you so much before they went to bed. But never mind
that now, Aunt Mary. I'm only too thankful to have you at all!"

MRS. CRASHAW: "I wish you did have me! And if you will all stop
talking and try some of you to do something, I shall be greatly
obliged to you. It's worse than it was in the sleeping car that
night."