baggage car, much to the secret satisfaction
of the passengers, who had observed with disgust the selfishness of its
owner.

"I am indebted to you for this," said the young lady, with a furious
glance at the train boy.

Fred did not think himself called upon to make any answer. The young
lady scornfully drew aside her dress to avoid contact with her
unwelcome companion, saying audibly, "It is only in America that
servant girls are allowed to thrust themselves in the company of their
betters."

"I am not a servant girl," said the new passenger, "but even if I were
I have paid my fare, and am entitled to a seat."

"Do not address me, girl!" said her seat-mate haughtily.

"I thought your remark was addressed to me."

"I am forced to sit beside you, but I don't care to converse with you."

The other took the hint, and left her undemocratic neighbor to herself.

Fred was naturally a little curious to ascertain the name of the young
lady who had made herself so disagreeable. The mystery was solved in a
way to surprise him.

On reaching the depot at Jersey City all the passengers left the cars.

The young lady looked about her evidently in search of some one whom
she expected to meet her.

Greatly to Fred's surprise, his Cousin Raymond Ferguson turned out to
be the party expected.

"Here you are, sis," he said. "Come right along. It is late."

"I can't go yet. My poor little Fido is in the baggage car. They
wouldn't let me have him in the car with me. Go and get him, and I will
stay here."

"Gracious!" thought Fred, "that must be Cousin Ferguson's daughter
Luella. Well, I can't say I am proud of the relationship."

CHAPTER XVIII.

UNSATISFACTORY RELATIONS.

Miss Ferguson waited till her brother returned with the dog, who seemed
to be in a bad humor.

"My precious Fido!" exclaimed the young lady, as she embraced the
little animal. "Did they put him in the dirty baggage car?" Then,
turning to Fred, who stood by, she said spitefully: "It was all your
work, you impertinent boy. I have a great mind to report you to the
president of the road."

Raymond's attention was directed to Fred by his sister's attack.

"Fred Fenton!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes," answered Fred, amused. "I was not aware that it was your sister
and a relative of mine when I took sides against her."

"What does the boy mean?" demanded Miss Ferguson haughtily.

"It is Fred Fenton," explained Raymond deprecatingly.

"Does