SCENE: One side of a sleeping-car on the Boston and Albany Road.The curtains are drawn before most of the berths; from the hooks and rods hang hats, bonnets, bags, bandboxes, umbrellas, and other travelling gear; on the floor are boots of both sexes, set out for THE PORTER to black.THE PORTER is making up the beds in the upper and lower berths adjoining the seats on which a young mother, slender and pretty, with a baby asleep on the seat beside her, and a stout old lady, sit confronting each other--MRS.AGNES ROBERTS and her aunt MARY.
MRS.ROBERTS.Do you always take down your back hair, aunty?
AUNT MARY.No, never, child; at least not since I had such a fright about it once, coming on from New York.It's all well enough to take down your back hair if it IS yours; but if it isn't, your head's the best place for it.Now, as I buy mine of Madame Pierrot -MRS.ROBERTS.Don't you WISH she wouldn't advertise it as HUMAN hair? It sounds so pokerish--like human flesh, you know.
AUNT MARY.Why, she couldn't call it INhuman hair, my dear.MRS.ROBERTS (thoughtfully).No--just HAIR.
AUNT MARY.Then people might think it was for mattresses.But, as I was saying, I took it off that night, and tucked it safely away, as I supposed, in my pocket, and I slept sweetly till about midnight, when I happened to open my eyes, and saw something long and black crawl off my bed and slip under the berth.SUCH a shriek as I gave, my dear! "A snake! a snake! oh, a snake!" And everybody began talking at once, and some of the gentlemen swearing, and the porter came running with the poker to kill it; and all the while it was that ridiculous switch of mine, that had worked out of my pocket.And glad enough I was to grab it up before anybody saw it, and say I must have been dreaming.
MRS.ROBERTS.Why, aunty, how funny! How COULD you suppose a serpent could get on board a sleeping-car, of all places in the world!
AUNT MARY.That was the perfect absurdity of it.THE PORTER.Berths ready now, ladies.
MRS.ROBERTS (to THE PORTER, who walks away to the end of the car, and sits down near the door).Oh, thank you.Aunty, do you feel nervous the least bit?
AUNT MARY.Nervous?No.Why?
MRS.ROBERTS.Well, I don't know.I suppose I've been worked up a little about meeting Willis, and wondering how he'll look, and all.We can't KNOW each other, of course.It doesn't stand to reason that if he's been out there for twelve years, ever since I was a child, though we've corresponded regularly--at least _I_ have--that he could recognize me; not at the first glance, you know.He'll have a full beard; and then I've got married, and here's the baby.Oh, NO! he'll never guess who it is in the world.Photographs really amount to nothing in such a case.I wish we were at home, and it was all over.I wish he had written some particulars, instead of telegraphing from Ogden, "Be with you on the 7 A.M., Wednesday."AUNT MARY.Californians always telegraph, my dear; they never think of writing.It isn't expensive enough, and it doesn't make your blood run cold enough to get a letter, and so they send you one of those miserable yellow despatches whenever they can--those printed in a long string, if possible, so that you'll be SURE to die before you get to the end of it.I suppose your brother has fallen into all those ways, and says "reckon" and "ornary" and "which the same," just like one of Mr.Bret Harte's characters.
MRS.ROBERTS.But it isn't exactly our not knowing each other, aunty, that's worrying me; that's something that could be got over in time.What is simply driving me distracted is Willis and Edward meeting there when I'm away from home.Oh, how COULD I be away! and why COULDN'T Willis have given us fair warning? I would have hurried from the ends of the earth to meet him.I don't believe poor Edward ever saw a Californian; and he's so quiet and preoccupied, I'm sure he'd never get on with Willis.And if Willis is the least loud, he wouldn't like Edward.Not that I suppose he IS loud; but I don't believe he knows anything about literary men.But you can see, aunty, can't you, how very anxious I must be? Don't you see that I ought to have been there whenWillis and Edward met, so as to--to-- well, to BREAK them to each other, don't you know?
AUNT MARY.Oh, you needn't be troubled about that, Agnes.I dare say they've got on perfectly well together.Very likely they're sitting down to the unwholesomest hot supper this instant that the ingenuity of man could invent.
MRS.ROBERTS.Oh, do you THINK they are, aunty? Oh, if I could ONLY believe they were sitting down to a hot supper together now, I should be SO happy! They'd be sure to get on if they were.There's nothing like eating to make men friendly with each other.Don't you know, at receptions, how they never have anything to say to each other till the escalloped oysters and the chicken salad appear; and then how sweet they are as soon as they've helped the ladies to ice? Oh, thank you, THANK you, aunty, for thinking of the hot supper.It's such a relief to my mind! You can understand, can't you, aunty dear, how anxious I must have been to have my only brother and my only--my husband--get on nicely together? My life would be a wreck, simply a wreck, if they didn't.And Willis and I not having seen each other since I was a child makes it all the worse.I do HOPE they're sitting down to a hot supper.
AN ANGRY VOICE from the next berth but one.I wish people in sleeping-cars -A VOICE from the berth beyond that.You're mistaken in your premises, sir.This is a waking-car.Ladies, go on, and oblige an eager listener.
[Sensation, and smothered laughter from the other berths.]
MRS.ROBERTS (after a space of terrified silence, in a loud whisper to her AUNT.) What horrid things! But now we really must go to bed.It WAS too bad to keep talking.I'd no idea my voice was getting so loud.Which berth will you have, aunty?I'd better take the upper one, because-
AUNT MARY (whispering).No, no; I must take that, so that you can be with the baby below.
