The row at Holborn was a fool to it.

Just fancy, they made Jim and me open both our portmanteaux and hat-boxes before they would let us leave the station! I can tell you, old man, I'm scarcely cool yet after that disturbance, and if it hadn't been for Jim I guess they'd have found out how a "Rug" can kick out! Jim says it's the regular thing, and they collar all the cigars they can find.

All I can say is, it's robbery and cool cheek, and I wish you or some of the fellows would write to the _Times_ or the _Boy's Own Paper_ and get it stopped.

We had to turn every blessed thing out on the counter, and pack up again afterwards.

It's a marvel to me how the mater stowed all the things away.