He gracefully swung the suit-cases and travelling bags to the top of the vehicle and held the door open while his fares entered.

Then he mounted to his seat, took the reins, and spoke to the horses.

Some of the other drivers nodded at him cheerfully, but more as if they were sorry he must exert himself than with any resentment at his success in getting the only tourists who had alighted from the train.
As they moved away Uncle John said: "Observe the difference between the cab-drivers here and those at home.

In America they fight like beasts to get a job; here they seem anxious to avoid earning an honest penny.

If there could be a happy medium somewhere, I'd like it." "Are we going to the best hotel ?" asked Louise, who had seemed a trifle disconsolate because she had not seen Count Ferralti since leaving Naples.
"I don't know, my dear.