The porter thought a moment.

"I don' believe it'll do yuh any good, suh, to try to shine up to
tha' young lady. She ain' the sawt, I can tell yuh that. I done
see too many guhls in ma time--"

"What are you talking about? I'm not trying to shine up to her.
I only want to know who she is--just out of curiosity."
Grenfall's face was a trifle red.

"Beg pahdon, suh; but I kind o' thought you was like orh'
gent'men when they see a han'some woman. Allus wants to fin' out
somethin' 'bout huh, suh, yuh know. 'Scuse me foh misjedgin'
yuh, suh. Th' lady in question is a foh'ner--she lives across
th' ocean, 's fuh as I can fin' out. They's in a hurry to git
home foh some reason, 'cause they ain' goin' to stop this side o'
New York, 'cept to change cahs."

"Where do they change cars?"

"St. Louis--goin' by way of Cincinnati an' Washin'ton."

Grenfall's ticket carried him by way of Chicago. He caught
himself wondering if he could exchange his ticket in St. Louis.

"Traveling with her father and mother, I suppose?"

"No, suh; they's huh uncle and aunt. I heah huh call 'em uncle
an' aunt. Th' ole gent'man is Uncle Caspar. I don' know what
they talk 'bout. It's mostly some foh'en language. Th' young