{"product_id":"2940013198906","title":"IN THE BISHOP'S CARRIAGE","description":"When the thing was at its hottest, I bolted.  Tom, like the darling he\u003cbr\u003eis--(Yes, you are, old fellow, you're as precious to me as--as you are\u003cbr\u003eto the police--if they could only get their hands on you)--well, Tom\u003cbr\u003edrew off the crowd, having passed the old gentleman's watch to me, and\u003cbr\u003eI made for the women's rooms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe station was crowded, as it always is in the afternoon, and in a\u003cbr\u003eminute I was strolling into the big, square room, saying slowly to\u003cbr\u003emyself to keep me steady:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nancy, you're a college girl--just in from Bryn Mawr to meet your\u003cbr\u003epapa.  Just see if your hat's on straight.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI did, going up to the big glass and looking beyond my excited face to\u003cbr\u003ethe room behind me.  There sat the woman who can never nurse her baby\u003cbr\u003eexcept where everybody can see her, in a railroad station.  There was\u003cbr\u003ethe woman who's always hungry, nibbling chocolates out of a box; and\u003cbr\u003ethe woman fallen asleep, with her hat on the side, and hairpins\u003cbr\u003edropping out of her hair; and the woman who's beside herself with fear\u003cbr\u003ethat she'll miss her train; and the woman who is taking notes about the\u003cbr\u003eother women's rigs. And--\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I didn't like the look of that man with the cap who opened the\u003cbr\u003eswinging door a bit and peeped in.  The women's waiting-room is no\u003cbr\u003eplace for a man--nor for a girl who's got somebody else's watch inside\u003cbr\u003eher waist.  Luckily, my back was toward him, but just as the door swung\u003cbr\u003eback he might have caught the reflection of my face in a mirror hanging\u003cbr\u003eopposite to the big one.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI retreated, going to an inner room where the ladies were having the\u003cbr\u003emaid brush their gowns, soiled from suburban travel and the dirty\u003cbr\u003estation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe deuce is in it the way women stare.  I took off my hat and jacket\u003cbr\u003efor a reason to stay there, and hung them up as leisurely as I could.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nance,\" I said under my breath, to the alert-eyed, pug-nosed girl in\u003cbr\u003ethe mirror, who gave a quick glance about the room as I bent to wash my\u003cbr\u003ehands, \"women stare 'cause they're women. There's no meaning in their\u003cbr\u003elook.  If they were men, now, you might twitter.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47082377314544,"sku":"2940013198906","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013198906_p0.jpg?v=1763578164","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013198906","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}