"Aind I said Peverly alretty? Sefenty-vive——"
"Look here; there's a Beverly and a Peverly on this line, and I don't want to go to Peverly and I do want to go to Beverly——"
"You go py Peverly und you don'd go py Beverly alretty! Sure! Sefenty-vive ce——"
The young man cast an exasperated glance across the aisle in time to catch a glimpse of two deliciously blue eyes suffused with mirth. And instantly, as before, the mirth died out. As an extinguisher of smiles he was a success, anyway; and he turned again to the placid conductor who was in the act of punching a ticket.
"Wait! Hold on! Don't do that until I get this matter straight! Now, do you understand where I wish to go?"
"You go py Peverly——"
"No, Beverly! Beverly! Beverly," he repeated in patiently studied accents.
The large mottled man with the damp moustache looked up gravely over his newspaper: "Yaw, der gonductor he also says Peverly."
"But Peverly isn't Beverly——"