"Of course I am."
"Didn't you have one befo' you stahted?"
"How dare you! Of cawse I did."
"Well, that's all you git."
"Do you mean to tell me that there is no tub on this beastly train?" Wedgewood almost fell out of bed with the shock of this news.
"We do not carry tubs—no, sah. There's a lot of tubs in San Francisco, though."
"No tub on this train for four days!" Wedgewood sighed. "But whatever does one do in the meanwhile?"
"One just waits. Yassah, one and all waits."
"It's ghahstly, that's what it is, ghahstly."
"Yassah," said the porter, and mumbled as he walked away, "but the weather is gettin' cooler."