"Can you see the name of the station?"
"No, I can't. It's a biggish place it is, and I can't see no name. Stay a minute, though. I see now."
"Well, what's the name?"
"It's a name as I never see or heard tell on before. B-O-L-O—ah, that's it; BOLOGNA, that's it. It is a queer name though, ain't it?"
"Well, what now?"
"Why, he's in the train, and it's started, it is."
"Do you know where he's going?"
"No."
"But he has a ticket; can't you see it?"
"Course I can't. It's in his pocket, and I can't see through the cloth,
I can't."