at foot and head complete
the privacy.

In these sleepers Canadians make the week's journey from the Atlantic
to the Pacific. There is no separation of sexes, and a woman may find
that she is sharing a section with a strange male quite as a matter of
course, the only distinction being that the chivalrous Canadian always
gives up the bottom berth, if it is his, to the lady, and climbs to the
top himself.

In these circumstances, to remove one's clothes, and particularly that
part that proclaims one's gender, is a problem. I have tried it. One
switches on the little electric reading light, climbs into the bunk,
buttons up the green curtains, and then in a space a trifle larger than
a coffin endeavours to remove, and place tidily, one's clothes (for
articles scattered on that narrow bunk during the struggle mean that
one ends by becoming simply a tangle of garments).

At these moments one realizes that hands, arms, legs, and head have
been given one to complicate things. One jams them against everything.
And there are times, too, when the unpractised Briton is simply baffled.

They tell in every Canadian train the tale of the Englishman who came
face to face with such a crisis. Having removed most of his garments,
he came to that point where the ingenuity of human nature seemed to
fail. He pondered it. The matter seemed insuperable. And he began to
wonder if.... He put his head through his curtains and shouted along
the crowded--and mixed--green corridor of the car:

"I say, porter, _does_ one take off one's trousers in this train?"

Most of the railways, the Canadian Pacific certainly, are putting on
compartment cars; that is, a car made up of roomy private sections,
holding two berths. On most sleepers, too, there is a drawing-room
compartment that gives the same privacy. These are both comfortable
and convenient, for, apart from privacy, the passenger does not have to
take his place in the queue waiting to wash at one of the three basins
provided in the little section at the end of the car that is also the
smoking-room.

It must not be thought that the sleepers are anything but comfortable;
they are so comfortable as to make travelling in them ideal. The
passenger, also, has the run of the train, and can go to the
observation car, where he can spend his time in an easy chair, looking
through the broad windows at the scenery, or reading one of the many
magazines or papers the train provides; or he ca