"'Now, Butsy,' I says, 'have some sense! We ain't slippin' you nothin'. I'd take the dogs 'n' leave you 'n' Peewee ride if I knew the way. What do you want to make a crack about quittin' fur just as the game's gettin' good?' I says. 'We cops a neat little bundle at our last stop, 'n' we'll grab a nice piece of change here. I feel it in my bones.'
"'All right,' says Butsy. 'I'll be the goat just once more—but take it from me this is the last time!'
"'Send a wagon fur the trunk when you get up-town,' I says to Butsy when he's goin'.
"'Furget it!' he says. 'Put her on the street-car. The car runs right into Minnehaha Park 'n' you can unload her in front of the stalls.'
"'You can't take a trunk on a street-car,' I says.
"'Wait till you see this street-car,' says Butsy.
"'Ain't they but one?' says Peewee.
"'That's all,' says Butsy. 'Orphy Shanner runs it.'
"Me and Peewee stands a-waitin' fur the street-car fur thirty minutes, then I goes into the freight depot office.
"'Is the street-car runnin'?' I says to the old gazink at the desk.