He laughed and said that probably we wouldn't have any more trouble, because Number 23 made a quick run straight to Jersey City.
"What does it want to go to Jersey City for?" Wig asked him.
He said, "Well, it doesn't stay there long."
"I don't blame it," Connie piped up.
He told us that when we got to Jersey City a Northern local would pick us up and drop us at Bridgeboro.
"All right, just as you say," I told him.
Anyway, we weren't going to worry about it. When we got home we'd get home, that was all. And when we didn't, we wouldn't.
After the fireman went away, we fixed two seats facing each other and sprawled all over them. I guess we were getting pretty sleepy.
"Shout to the engineer to turn off that headlight and we'll go to sleep," Wig said.
"Let's make some turnovers first," Pee-wee said.