"No literature for you," Steve answered.
"Strange," said Willie, "my lady friends are very remiss, aren't they?"
"Yes; it looks like they were out to drop you behind the piano," said Steve.
Willie tore off a short rabbit laugh and then inquired what time the next train left for New York.
The pickle factory expects Willie to make Pocomoke City, Squashtown Junction and Nubbinsville before next Sunday, so he tossed the train gag out just to show Steve that he knows there's a place called New York.
"At 7.45 over the D. L. & Q," said Steve.
"What's the next?" inquired Willie.
"At 8.10 over the H. B. & N.," Steve answered.
"Which gets there first?" Willie asked.
"The engineer," sighed Steve.