FICSUR
What’s that to stare about?
LILIOM
Nothing—only I always look after the train. When you stand down there at night it snorts past you, and spits down.
FICSUR
Spits?
LILIOM
Yes, the engine. It spits down. And then the whole train rattles past and away—and you stand there—spat on—but it draws your eyes along with it.
FICSUR
Draws your eyes along?