MRS.

JOSHUA CRAIG "We change at Albany," said he when they were on the train, after a last hour of mad scramble, due in part to her tardiness, in the main to the atmosphere of hysteric hustle and bustle he created as a precaution.
"At Albany!" she exclaimed.

"Why, when do we get there ?" "At midnight." "At midnight!" It was the last drop in the cup of gall, she thought.
"Why, we'd get to Lenox, or to some place where we'd have to change again, long before morning! Josh, you must be out of your senses.

It's a perfect outrage!" "Best I could do," said he, laughing uproariously and patting her on the back.

"Cheer up.