"Don't they give you breakfast where you live?"
"Not so early in the morning. You see I had to take an early start, 'cause I'm goin' to attend my grandmother's funeral."
This of course was a story trumped up for the occasion.
"We've got some raw potatoes," said the clerk, grinning.
"I've had enough to do with potatoes," said Sam. "Haven't you got some crackers?"
"Come to think of it, we have. How many will you have?"
"About a dozen."
While they were being put up in a paper bag, the clerk inquired, "How far off does your grandmother live?"
"About twenty miles from here, on the railroad," answered Sam, who didn't care to mention that he was bound for New York.
"Warwick, I suppose."