She looked on the floor and on the seat and under the seat . It was not there . She stood up and shook herself -- still no handkerchief . `` Dear , oh dear , '' exclaimed Grandma wildly , `` I 've lost my ticket -- I always knew I would -- I told Cyrus I would ! Oh , where can it be ? '' The conductor scowled unsympathetically . The dark man got up and helped Grandma search , but no ticket was to be found . `` You 'll have to pay the money then , and something extra , '' said the conductor gruffly . `` I ca n't -- I have n't a cent of money , '' wailed Grandma . `` I gave it all to Cyrus because I was afraid my pocket would be picked . Oh , what shall I do ? '' `` Do n't worry . I 'll make it all right , '' said the dark man . He took out his pocketbook and handed the conductor a bill . That functionary grumblingly made the change and marched onward , while Grandma , pale with excitement and relief , sank back into her seat . `` I ca n't tell you how much I am obliged to you , sir , '' she said tremulously . `` I do n't know what I should have done . Would he have put me off right here in the snow ? '' `` I hardly think he would have gone to such lengths , '' said the dark man with a smile . `` But he 's a cranky , disobliging fellow enough -- I know him of old .
And you must not feel overly grateful XXXXX me .
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