Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 6 Page 39

Myra’s little world stood still, and in it were small voices, far away, asking for 6�-B; and have you it in brown, and other unimportant things like that.

Ten minutes after the train had started Florian Sykes knew he shouldn’t have come. He had suspected it before. He kept saying to himself, over and over: “You’ve always wanted a mountain trip, and now you’re going to have it. You’re a lucky guy, that’s what you are. A lucky guy.” But in his heart he knew he was lying.

In the first place, they were all so glib with their altitudes, and their packs, and their trails, and their horses and their camps. It was a rather mixed and raggle-taggle group that Miss Jessie Heath had gathered about her for this