Mrs.Bird, who had taken leave of her friend, held Charlie fast by the hand, and they entered the cars together.

He looked a little pale and weak from the excitement of parting and the novelty of his situation.

Mrs.Bird, observing his pallid look, placed him on a seat, and propped him up with shawls and cushions, making him as comfortable as possible.
The train had not long started, when the conductor came through to inspect the tickets, and quite started with surprise at seeing Charlie stretched at full length upon the velvet cushion.

"What are you doing here ?" exclaimed he, at the same time shaking him roughly, to arouse him from the slight slumber into which he had fallen.

"Come, get up: you must go out of this." "What do you mean by such conduct ?" asked Mrs.Bird, very much surprised.
"Don't wake him; I've got his ticket; the child is sick." "I don't care whether he's sick or well--he can't ride in here.