"Stop the hansom and get out; you're at your corner," said Tod.
The Sweet Dreams across the way were giving Buck the glorious eye-roll and he felt that dinner was ready.
"Hang up your hat, Buck, and gather the myrtle with Mary!" I chipped in.
Then Buck bounced over and began to show Millie and Tillie what a handsome brute he was at close quarters.
He sat on the arm of the seat and steamed up.
In less than a minute he crowded the information on them that he was a millionaire who had escaped from Los Angeles, Cal., and he was just going to put them both in grand opera when his three-year-old toddled down the aisle and grabbed him by the coat tail:
"Papa! Mama wants 'oo to det my bottle of milk!"
"Stung!" shrieked Slim.
"Back to the nursery!" howled Tod, and then as Buck crawled away to home and mother we let out a yell that caused the conductor to think the train had struck a Wild West show.
During the rest of the trip Buck was nailed to his seat.