Wellington pushed him aside, saying: "Stand back, Doc., and let me see; I have a keen sense of beau'ful."
"Be careful," cried the doctor, "he'll fall out of the window."
"Not out of that window," Ashton sagely observed, seeing the bulk of Wellington. As the train started off again, Little Jimmie distributed alcoholic smiles to the Green Riverers on the platform and called out:
"Goo'bye, ever'body. You're all abslootly—ow! ow!" He clapped his hand to his eye and crawled back into the car, groaning with pain.
"What's the matter," said Wedgewood. "Got something in your eye?"
"No, you blamed fool. I'm trying to look through my thumb."
"Poor fellow!" sympathized Doctor Temple, "it's a cinder!"
"A cinder! It's at leasht a ton of coal."
"I say, old boy, let me have a peek," said Wedgewood, screwing in his monocle and peering into the depths of Wellington's eye. "I can't see a bally thing."
"Of course not, with that blinder on," growled the miserable wretch, weeping in spite of himself and rubbing his smarting orb.