to check them. The baggage master set the case up onto the counter.
"'Oh, I want to check that, too,' I said.
"'Can't check that, lady,' said the baggage master, pleasantly.
"'Why not?' I asked.
"'Against orders.'
"'But that's what it's for!' I gasped. 'It's made for that.'
"'Can't help it, lady. We ain't allowed to check 'em. Too much risk.'
"'Then check it at her risk,' said Mr. Kirby. He and Mabelle were with me.
"'Can't do it. Against orders.'
"'But what shall I do?' I cried. 'My train goes in ten minutes.'
'The baggage master looked sympathetic. 'I'll send a porter down to the car with it,' he said.
"That helped some; for I could barely lift the thing, by taking both hands and my knees,—but I couldn't carry it more than three steps at a time that way.
"I said good-bye to Mr. Kirby and Mabelle at the gate, and followed the porter and the type-
