There were many of these
loaded on flat cars, with which the railroad yard seemed to
be filled.
"Looks bigger than Barnum & Bailey's," nodded Teddy,
feeling a growing pride that he was connected with so great
an organization.
"Not quite, I guess," replied Phil, mounting the platform of
number eleven.
The boys introduced themselves to the porter, who showed them
to their berths. These were much like those in the ordinary
sleeper, except that the upper berths had narrow windows looking
out from them. Across each berth was stretched a strong piece
of twine.
Phil asked the porter what the string was for.
"To hang your trousers on, sah," was the enlightening answer.
"There's hooks for the rest of your clothes just outside
the berths."
"This looks pretty good to me," said Phil, peering out through
the screened window of his berth.
"Reminds me of when I used to go to sleep in the woodbox behind
the stove where I lived last year in Edmeston," grumbled Teddy
in a muffled voice, as he rummaged about his berth trying to
accustom himself to it. Teddy never had ridden in a sleeping
car, so it was all new and strange to him.
"Say, who sleeps upstairs?" he called to the porter.
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