the seat with their tickets,—and looked at the type-writer case. The conductor wasn't in sight, so I asked them if they wouldn't as lief sit down in the seat across the aisle, because the porter was just coming to me. The woman was nice about it and the man did it, and I gave the porter a quarter and told him to hurry and make up the berth. You see, I wanted to get the type-writer into it before the conductor got back.
"I thought that I had the lower berth, but my ticket called for the upper one; and when the porter said he'd ask the conductor about it, I told him to never mind, that I didn't care; if he could only get the case up there. He said he could do that all right, and he did, and I climbed up after it, and felt safe.
"He put it at the foot of the berth, and every once in a while, when I first went to bed, I would put my foot down, to see if it was there and behaving as it should; and then I went to sleep, and when I wakened up and put out my foot, the thing seemed farther away, and I began to be afraid that it was going to tumble off. I couldn't go to sleep for thinking of it, and so by and by I crawled down there and got hold of the handle
