"The performers, sah--some of them. This heah is the performers'
car, sah."
"How do they get up there? On a rope ladder?"
Phil shouted.
"You ninny, this isn't a circus performance. No; of course they
don't climb up on a rope ladder as if they were starting a
trapeze act."
"How, then?"
"The porter brings out a little step ladder, and it's just like
walking upstairs, only it isn't."
"Huh!" grunted Teddy. "Do they have a net under them all night?"
"A net? What for?"
"Case they fall out of bed."
"Put him out!" shouted several performers who were engaged in
settling themselves in their own quarters. "He's too new for
this outfit."
Phil drew his companion aside and read him a lecture on not
asking so many questions, advising Teddy to keep his ears and
eyes open instead.
Teddy grumbled and returned to the work of unpacking his bag.
Inquiry for their trunks developed the fact that they would have
to look for these in the baggage car; that no trunks were allowed
in the sleepers.
Everything about the car was new and fresh, the linen white and
clean, while the wash room, with its mahogany trimmings, plate
glass mirrors and upholstered seats, was quite the most elaborate
thing that Teddy had ever seen.
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