The porter banished the hope as a vanity. Little he knew how eagerly the young castaways from that wrecked taxicab desired to be a bridal couple, and to catch this train.
But the Englishman was restive again:
"Pawtah! I say, pawtah!"
"Yassah!"
"What time are we due in San Francisco?"
"San Francisco? San Francisco? We are doo thah the evenin' of the fo'th day. This bein' Monday, that ought to bring us in abote Thuzzday evenin'."
The Yankee felt called upon to check the foreign usurper.
"Porrterr!"
"Yassah!"
"Don't let that fellow monopolize you. He probably won't tip you at all."