"'No, Miss.'
"'Why not?'
"'Against orders.'
"'But why?'
"'Well,—a trunk might fall on it, you know.'
"We turned away, and went to the checking-desk. There was a boy there, and I told him about it. 'What shall I do?' I asked.
"'I'd take it up myself, if I lived on that side of the city,' he said; '—but I don't.'
"I thanked him.
"'You might get a telegraph messenger,' he suggested.
"'But it's so big,' I groaned, '—and they're always so little.'
"'Why don't you go and look 'em over and pick out the biggest boy on the bench?'
"I turned to find the bench, when Father's friend came to the rescue. 'I'll take it up,' he said. Father's friend is not so very young, but he is desperately slim.
"'Oh, you can't!' I exclaimed.
"He threw his shoulders back. 'Certainly I can,' he remarked decidedly, and then he told the boy at the desk that we would be back for it
