“Like a bomb—it goes off with a whang,” answered a freckle-faced boy standing near. He reminded Sunny of his friend, the grocery boy.
The words, “Goes off with a whang,” reminded Sunny Boy of something, though. He looked up into the friendly blue eyes of the baggage-window man.
“Maybe—” began Sunny Boy, “Maybe, I guess it was the alarm clock I packed!” he finished bravely.
“Well, I’ll be hanged!” said the baggage-window man. His blue eyes crinkled.
The crowd had heard, and a ripple of laughter ran through them. As suddenly as they had gathered, they melted away.
“Let me have your tickets,” said the baggage-window man. “I guess you can still make the ten-forty-five.”