It was Bess who came back from the ladies' room on the Pullman and
startled Nan Sherwood by shaking her by the shoulder as she lay in the
upper berth, demanding:

"Have you any idea what time it is, Nan? Say! have you?"

"No-o--ouch!" yawned her chum. "Goodness! That was my elbow. There's not
much room on these shelves, is there?"

"Do you hear me?" shrilled Bess. "What time do you suppose it is?"

"Oh, dear me! Is that a conundrum?" asked Nan, with but faint interest.

"Wake up!" and Bess pinched her. "I never knew you so stupid before. See
my watch, Nan," and she held the small gold time-piece she had owned
since her last birthday, so that her chum could see its face.

"A quarter to eight," read Nan from the dial. "Well! that's not so late.
I know we're allowed to remain in the car till eight. I'll hurry. But,
oh! isn't it dark outside?"

"Now, you're showing a little common sense," snapped Bess. "But do you
see that my watch has stopped?"

"Oh! so it has," agreed Nan. "But, then, honey, you're always letting it
run down."

"I know," said Bess, impatiently. "And at first I thought it must have