"'We might save time by getting the rose while we wait,' said Miss Kathleen.
"'Not on your life,' said Uncle Fred. 'That cosmos blossom—' but just then a train of three cars came in sight around a corner up the street. 'There she comes!' he cried, 'Get ready to pile on.'
"It took the train ever so long to reach us, and when it was almost there, we stepped down from the curbing and Uncle Fred held up his hand for them to stop; but the grip-man shook his head, and as the last car sailed by, the conductor leaned off and put his hand up to his mouth and yelled, 'Go to the other corner!'
"'The dickens!' said Uncle Fred, and looked as if he wanted to punch the conductor; then he grabbed Miss Kathleen's arm and my hand, and started after the car.
"Miss Kathleen tried to hang back. 'We can't get it now, Fred,' she said. 'See, there are only two people to get on, and it won't wait for us.'
"'Yes it will,' cried Uncle Fred, hustling us along, 'Come on!' But it didn't wait, and in a minute we were standing in the middle of the muddy street, and the car was bowling along just out of reach.
