No sooner had we got there and landed the cargo, Sadie included, than Buck says to me one morning: “Clutch on here,” he says, “whilst I’m away. I’m going to London.”
“London, Ontario?” I asks.
“No, London, England,” he says.
“And what are you going there for?” I questions.
“To see the Tower,” says he.
Off he goes and in two months he returns.
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I was sitting at breakfast when he comes in, having arrived by the early morning train.
Down he sits and has a cup of coffee.
“How’s Pat?” says he.