“I am traveling to New York,” Philip continued.
“And I am traveling from there,” said his new acquaintance.
Then both boys surveyed each other curiously.
“What’s your name?” asked the stranger.
“Philip Gray. What’s your’s?”
“Mine is Henry Taylor. What have you got there?”
“A violin.”
“Do you play on it?”
“Yes; a little.”
“I should think you’d be tired lugging it round.”