Ranch life -- Fiction; Vacations -- Fiction; Wyoming -- Fiction
"'That was the last we saw of Greenie's visible form. How she
happened to be in Mayence we knew not. Jess insisted she never
reached Athens at all, but was discovered en route at Mayence, placed
in the Museum there, and was simply out on parole for exercise! Be
that as it may, the excitement of seeing her, and the flight which
followed, proved most disastrous to us all, for when we met five
minutes later at the fountain, the Blackmore purse, carried by Jess,
was gone!
"'Anne and I stood and glared at my poor twin just as though dropping
a purse were a disgrace which could never come to us even when
escaping from Miss Green. I informed her of a fact which she has
known for eighteen years--namely, that twenty dollars, the amount in
the purse, might be a trifle to some, but was colossal in the eyes
of a minister's family. Anne was less scathing, but by no means
charitable. Poor Jess, on the verge of tears, suggested that instead
of scolding her we'd better look for the purse, which we proceeded to
do without success.
"'Thereupon Anne counted her money, my honors in German of course
being a constant help. A twenty mark piece--five dollars; a ten mark
piece--two dollars and a half; and some change amounting to four
marks or another dollar. Eight dollars and fifty cents in all, and
three persons, who had had no breakfast, must be transported to
Berlin!
"'"It's impossible!" said Anne.
"'"It's got to be done!" said I.
"'"If I have to beg on the streets, it _shall_ be done!" cried Jess,
so loudly that every one in the station looked in our direction.
"'"How much are the tickets?" asked Anne. "Mother said to go
second-class in Germany."
"'"I'll see," said I officiously, and started toward a blue-capped
official in a cage.
"'"You'd best hurry," cried Anne. "The train goes in twenty
minutes."
"'I smiled upon the somber man in the cage and asked in my best and
clearest English how much the tickets were. A blank stare was his
only answer. He understood no English, and to save my life I could
think of no German. I stammered and stammered but with no success,
and in a few seconds a fat German lady with six children and a dog
had unceremoniously pushed me out of the way. I tried another
official and another with the same result. A helpless feeling seized
me. I looked at the clock. Five minutes out of the twenty gone! I ran
back frantically to Jess and Anne, snatched the little red
dictionary, and was off again in search of still another official.
This time I was understood, bad as was my German, but _I_ couldn't
understand, so things were as hopeless as ever.
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