By Birth a Lady
"What class, miss?" he said, reaching his hand to a trunk.
"Third, if you please," was the reply.
"Ah! there'll be something extry to pay for luggidge: third-class passengers ain't allowed two big boxes like these here.--Why didn't you put 'em down, Dick?"
"Ain't got half paid for what I did do," said the driver gruffly. "People as can't afford to pay for flies oughter ride in carts. Mind that 'ere lamp!"
Certainly a lamp had a very narrow escape, as trunk number one was brought to the ground with a crash, the second one being treated almost as mercilessly, but without a word from their owner, who quietly raising her veil and displaying a sweet sad face, now went to the pigeon-hole, regardless of the leering stare bestowed upon her by the exquisite, who had sauntered back into the booking-office.