TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
hesitated, cleared his throat, and stated that an “accident” had deprived the young traveller of the tag whereon was his address.
“What was the nature of the accident?” asked the official curtly.
Pat hesitated. Patty grew flushed and anxious. She was not doing any smiling or twinkling now.
The station master looked keenly from one to the other, and as Pat could think of nothing else to say but the truth, he told it frankly, ending with,
“I know it sounds foolish, but foolish things do happen.”
“That’s right,” assented the railway man with marked emphasis, “They happen round here mighty often.” Then he added musingly, “A French kid, name unknown, put on train by man, also unknown, at unknown station;
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