change cars?"

"St. Louis--goin' by way of Cincinnati an' Washin'ton."

Grenfall's ticket carried him by way of Chicago. He caught himself
wondering if he could exchange his ticket in St. Louis.

"Traveling with her father and mother, I suppose?"

"No, suh; they's huh uncle and aunt. I heah huh call 'em uncle an' aunt.
Th' ole gent'man is Uncle Caspar. I don' know what they talk 'bout. It's
mostly some foh'en language. Th' young lady allus speaks Amehican to me,
but th' old folks cain't talk it ver' well. They all been to Frisco,
an' the hired he'p they's got with 'em say they been to Mexico, too. Th'
young lady's got good Amehican dollahs, don' care wha' she's been. She
allus smiles when she ask me to do anythin', an' I wouldn' care if she
nevah tipped me, 's long as she smiles thataway."

"Servants with them, you say?"

"Yas, suh; man an' woman, nex' section t'other side the ole folks.
Cain't say mor'n fifteen words in Amehican. Th' woman is huh maid, an'
the man he's th' genial hustler fer th' hull pahty."

"And you don't know her name?"

"No, sun, an' I cain't ver' well fin' out."

"In what part of Europe does she live?"

"Australia, I think, suh."

"You mean Austria."

"Do I? 'Scuse ma ig'nance. I was jis' guessin' at it anyhow; one place's
as good as 'nother ovah thuh, I reckon."

"Have you one of those dollars she gave you?"

"Yes, sub. Heh's a coin that ain' Amehican, but she says it's wuth
seventy cents in our money. It's a foh'en piece. She tell me to keep
it till I went ovah to huh country; then I could have a high time with
it--that's what she says--'a high time'--an' smiled kind o' knowin'
like."

"Let me see that coin," said Lorry, eagerly taking the silver piece from
the porter's hand. "I never saw one like it before. Greek, it looks to
me, but I can't make a thing out of these letters. She gave it to you?"

"Yas, suh--las' evenin'. A high time on seventy cents! That's
reediculous, ain't it?" demanded the porter scornfully.

"I'll give you a dollar for it. You can have a higher time on that."

The odd little coin changed owners immediately, and the new possessor
dropped it into his pocket with the inward conviction that he was the
silliest fool in existence. After the porter's departure he took the
coin from his pocket, and, with his back to the door, his face to the
window, studied its lettering.

During the afternoon he strolled about the train, his hand constantly
jingling the