"Five cents," he demanded.
Dan produced the money.
"I thought you might be expecting to ride for nothing," said the conductor. "Seems to me you're flush for an Italian fiddler."
"No understand English," said Dan.
"And I don't understand your lingo."
A charitable lady inside the car chanced to see Dan, and it occurred to her that she would do him a service.
"Can you sing, my boy?" she asked.
"I sing a little," answered Dan.
"If the conductor doesn't object, you may sing while we are on our way. Here's ten cents for you."