For once Pee-wee was satisfied not to “handle” the situation. Fuller strolled aimlessly up to the ticket office and laid one elbow on the window in an offhand, companionable fashion.
“Good morning, it’s a beautiful afternoon, this evening,” said he.
“How’s that?” said the ticket agent.
“I said we’re having a lot of weather,” said Fuller. “Got any new tickets in?”
“What?” said the ticket agent.
“Your summer styles in tickets,” said Fuller.
“What do you want?” the ticket agent asked.
“We’re looking for some nice tickets,” said Fuller. “Have you any blue ones? A mixture of blue and pink would do.”
“Where do you want to go?” the ticket agent demanded, in the soberest manner.
“How do we know till we’ve seen the tickets?” said Fuller. “I’m not going to buy anything till I see what it is. I’ve been cheated before.”