"Where is the impertinence?" asked Fred composedly. "Do you wish this young lady to stand up in order that your dog may have a seat?" "I will report you to the railroad company for insolence." "Just as you like, but I will remove the dog in order to give this young lady a seat." "Oh, I don't want to make any trouble," said the new arrival. "Touch my dog if you dare, boy," said the young lady with a flush of anger on her face. Just then the conductor entered the car, and Fred called him. "Mr. Collins," he said, "this young lady refuses to remove her dog from the seat to make room for a passenger." "Is this true, madam?" asked the conductor. "She can go into the next car." "Are you paying for two seats?" "No," snapped the lady. "I must take your dog into the baggage car. It is against our rules to have them in the regular cars, and they certainly cannot be allowed to keep our passengers from occupying seats." "Don't you dare to touch my dog!" "Do you go to Jersey City?" "Yes." "Then you can call for the dog there," and in spite of the remonstrance of the dog's owner, and the growling of the poodle, the conductor removed the animal to the 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.