"'Ye can't rightly call it runnin',' he says. 'It ain't been settled yet. Some claims she dun't, some claims she do. Them that claims she dun't is those who've rid on her.'
"'Well, whatever she does,' I says, 'will she get here this mawnin'? I got to get to the race track.'
"'I'll call up Orphy an' see,' says the old gazink. 'Hello, Tessie,' he says, after he grinds away at the telephone handle fur a while. 'Git a-holt of Orphy Shanner fer me out to th' park—that's a good girl.' In about ten minutes somebody begins to talk over the phone. 'Say, Orphy, this is Ed at the B. & O. Freight,' says the old gazink. 'I got a passenger down here fer ye.' Then he listens at the phone. 'I don't know who he is. He's a stranger tu me,' he says, 'n' listens some more. 'All right, I'll tell him,' he says, 'n' hangs up the phone.
"'Orphy says fer me to tell ye thet he's comin' in to get Mrs. Boone at the Public Square at eleven o'clock,' he says to me. 'He's goin' to take her out High Street to a whisk party at Mrs. Pucker's, an' he'll come down here an' git ye then.'
"'Why, it ain't ten o'clock yet,' I says.
"'Well, you kin set in here out of the rain an' wait,' he says.
"I thinks we better walk 'n' then I remembers that cussed trunk.
"'Much obliged,' I says. 'I'll go out 'n' get my friend.'
"'Be they two of ye?' says he. 'Jeerusalem, I told Orphy they wa'n't but one.'
"When I gets back with Peewee, the old gazink pushes a couple of chairs at us.