CHAPTER XXI.
THE CONDUCTOR'S DREAM.
He had been on the train all day, had met all kinds of people, received all sorts of treatment, punctured all kinds of tickets, shouted "All out!" and "All aboard!" till throat, and head, and hand, and foot were weary.

It would be a long while before we would get to another depot, and so he sagged down in the corner of the car to sleep.

He was in the most uncomfortable position possible.

The wind blew in his neck, his arm was hung over the back of the seat, he had one foot under him, and his knee pressing hard against a brass hinge.

In that twisted and convoluted position he fell asleep, and soon began to dream.
It seemed to him, in his sleep, that the car was full of disagreeables.
Here was a man who persisted in having a window up, while the rain and sleet drove in.