“There’s your six cents,” said Jack, in great disgust; “I reckon you take pfennigs, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” said the Austrian, “we take everything.”
“Yes,” replied the American, “so I observed in Vienna.”
Then he turned away and the porter loaded up again.
They went out on the platform and were told that the train had just gone.
“Wo fahren Sie hin?” asked the guard, taking pity on their consternation at being left high and dry so unexpectedly.
“Zurich.”
“Oh, then that wasn’t your train anyway; that train went to Rorshack. You take the Zurichbahn at half-past three.”
There was three-quarters of an hour to wait.
“Do you suppose that there is anything worth seeing in Bregenz?” the man of the party suggested.