HOW IT ALL CAME ABOUT 5 



She tried to hang it up inside of the berth — 

 it was too big. She feared to trust it in the 

 upper berth, which was empty. The paper 

 bag was stiff, and as she shifted it from one 

 position to another, it was easy to imagine her 

 heart-felt concern for her treasure. At last 

 she got to bed and how she managed her pre- 

 cious headpiece could only be guessed at by 

 the cracking of the paper bag from time to 

 time during the hot, humid hours of the night. 



In the early morning the weather turned 

 cold as we were crossing the mountains ; with 

 the cold a dense fog set in, and you know that 

 wouldn't be good for the "precious hat," or 

 at any rate for the portion that wasn't covered. 

 When the night had at last dwindled into 

 morning and the morning into day, the 

 woman appeared returning from the dressing- 

 room, fully dressed, long before any other 

 woman was up. As her fateful hat had pre- 

 vented me from having a restful sleep, I, too, 

 had gotten up, and we were thus the only two 

 passengers "up and around" in the whole car. 



Quoth she to me: "You're from Philadel- 

 phia, are you not?" 



"Yes, madam, I am." 



"I'm from New York — have always been 

 in New York either in the city or the state. 



