Everybody was
excited and everybody was angry. Standing in the car-door listening
intently was a French maid and two round-faced, wide-collared boys, of
say ten and twelve. The dispute was evidently over these two boys, as
every attack contained some direct allusion to "mes enfants" or "these
children" or "die Kinder," ending in the forefinger of each speaker
being thrust bayonet fashion toward the boys.
While I was making up my mind as to the particular roles which these
several members of the Greatest Show on Earth played, I heard the
English girl say--in French, of course--English-French--with an accent:
"It is a shame to be treated in this way. We have paid for every one of
these compartments, and you know it. The young masters will not go in
those vile-smelling staterooms for the night. It's no place for them. I
will go to the office and complain."
[Illustration: Everybody was excited and everybody was mad.]
The third chocolate attendant, in reply, merely lifted his shoulders.
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