"What car?"
"One on Pennsylvania Avenue."
"Was it a green car or a yellow one?"
"It was a yellow one."
"It wasn't a wed car?"
"No, it was a yellow one."
"Oh! Well—"
"Well, as I got on, a man stepped on the back platform, and his dog wanted to get on, too. But the man drove him back and then got on, thinking, I suppose, that the dog had gone home. But instead of that the dog ran to the front of the car, and when the car started he walked in and stood in front of his master, as much as to say, 'Well, I did it, anyway!' Wasn't he a smart dog?"
Philip was silent a moment.
"Didn't he say anything?"