"Say, mister, are you thinking of going to Yurrup?"
I didn't think it was any of his business, so I said:
"What do you want to know for?"
"Who, me?" replied he, taking time to gather his wits. "I'm connected with a ticket agency around on Greenwich Street, and if you want a ticket cheap, come with me and I'll get you one."
"How cheap?" asked I.
"That'll depend on where you want to go to. We sell tickets to all places mighty cheap. Where do you want to go?"
"Don't know yet; haven't decided."
"Let me sell you a ticket to Glasgow on the Anchor line. That line will take you to Ireland and Scotland and is the finest trip in the world."
"What's the fare?" inquired I.