“Why, certainly,” he said.
And he pulled out his handkerchief and blew his nose.
Willie finally persuaded his aunt to play train with him. The chairs were arranged in line and then he said:
“Now, you be engineer and I’ll be the conductor. Lend me your watch and get up into your cab.” He then hurried down the platform, timepiece in hand.
“Pull out there, you red-headed, pie-faced jay,” he shouted to the astonished young woman.
“Why, Willie,” she exclaimed in amazement.
“That’s right, chew the rag,” he retorted. “Pull out. We’re five minutes late already.”
They have had to forbid his playing down by the tracks.