A porter looked out of the door and nodded to Billy.
“Youah berth’s made up, sir!”
“Got to get to bed, brothers! Good-night!”
They answered and he disappeared in the car.
Westy fell in a reverie again, as the tinkle of the bells were lost in the noise of the speeding train.
“They’re beautiful, though,” he said dreamily, “those vesper bells!”
Mr. Wilde looked at him and then shook his head in perplexity.
“You’re a hard nut to crack, Westy!”
“There’s no need of trying to crack me at all.”
“Why?”