The three pies began to get acquainted with each other.
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Brushville, March 12.
Oh, those pies!
At the last change yesterday, I arrived too late. The last Brushville train was gone.
The pies were there.
A fortune I would have given for a dinner and a bed, which now seemed more problematic than ever.
I went to the station-master.
“Can I have a special train to take me to Brushville to-night?”