T.C.—One sixty.
T.T.—Will she be long?
T.C.—Oh, about seven cars.
T.T.—Does she arrive soon?
T.C.—She’s about due, there comes the conductor’s dog.
T.T.—Where will she come in, you Smart Aleck?
T.C.—Right behind the engine to-day, I think.
T.T.—How long will she wait here?
T.C.—From two to two, to two two!
T.T.—(Musingly), he thinks he’s the whistle on the locomotive.