AUNT MARY (sternly). Agnes, do as I say. [MRS. ROBERTS crouches down on the lower berth.] I don't choose that any member of my family shall witness my contortions. Don't you look. MRS. ROBERTS. No, no, aunty. AUNT MARY. Now, porter, are you strong? PORTER. I used to be porter at a Saratoga hotel, and carried up de ladies' trunks dere. AUNT MARY. Then you'll do, I think. Now, then, your knee; now your back. There! And very handsomely done. Thanks. MRS. ROBERTS. Are you really in, Aunt Mary? AUNT MARY (dryly). Yes. Good-night. MRS. ROBERTS. Good-night, aunty. [After a pause of some minutes.] Aunty! AUNT MARY. Well, what? MRS. ROBERTS. Do you think it's perfectly safe? [She rises in her berth, and looks up over the edge of the upper.] AUNT MARY. I suppose so. It's a well-managed road. They've got the air- brake, I've heard, and the Miller platform, and all those horrid things. What makes you introduce such unpleasant subjects? MRS. ROBERTS. Oh, I don't mean accidents. But, you know, when you turn, it does creak so awfully. I shouldn't mind myself; but the baby-- AUNT MARY. Why, child, do you think I'm going to break through? I couldn't. I'm one of the _lightest_ sleepers in the world. MRS. ROBERTS. Yes, I know you're a light sleeper; but--but it doesn't seem quite the same thing, somehow. AUNT MARY. But it is; it's quite the same thing, and you can be perfectly easy in your mind, my dear. I should be quite as loth to break through as you would to have me. Good-night. MRS. ROBERTS. Yes; good-night, Aunty! AUNT MARY. Well? MRS. ROBERTS. You ought to just see him, how he's lying. He's a perfect log. _Couldn't_ you just bend over, and peep down at him a moment? AUNT MARY. Bend over! It would be the death of me. Good-night.