Onehandwasfullofpapers，tickets，counterfoilsoftourists。
Thepeopleofthepersonallyconductedpartywere，itseemed，oftwosorts；peopletheconductorwantedandcouldnotfind，andpeoplehedidnotwantandwhofollowedhiminasteadilygrowingtailupanddowntheplatform。Thesepeopleseemed，indeed，tothinkthattheironechanceofreachingRomelayinkeepingclosetohim。Threelittleoldladieswereparticularlyenergeticinhispursuit，andatlastmaddenedhimtothepitchofclappingthemintoacarriageanddaringthemtoemergeagain。Fortherestofthetime，one，two，orthreeoftheirheadsprotrudedfromthewindowwailingenquiriesabout“alittlewickerworkbox“
wheneverhedrewnear。Therewasaverystoutmanwithaverystoutwifeinshinyblack；therewasalittleoldmanlikeanagedhostler。
“WhatCANsuchpeoplewantinRome？“askedMissWinchelsea。“Whatcanitmeantothem？“Therewasaverytallcurateinaverysmallstrawhat，andaveryshortcurateencumberedbyalongcamerastand。ThecontrastamusedFannyverymuch。Oncetheyheardsomeonecallingfor“Snooks。““Ialwaysthoughtthatnamewasinventedbynovelists，“saidMissWinchelsea。“Fancy！Snooks。IwonderwhichISMr。Snooks。“Finallytheypickedoutaverystoutandresolutelittlemaninalargechecksuit。“Ifheisn’tSnooks，heoughttobe，“saidMissWinchelsea。
PresentlytheconductordiscoveredHelen’sattemptatacornerincarriages。“Roomforfive，“hebawledwithaparalleltranslationonhisfingers。Apartyoffourtogether——mother，father，andtwodaughters——blunderedin，allgreatlyexcited。“It’sallright，Ma，youletme，“saidoneofthedaughters，hittinghermother’sbonnetwithahandbagshestruggledtoputintherack。MissWinchelseadetestedpeoplewhobangedaboutandcalledtheirmother“Ma。“