"Ha! ha! ha! This is rich! Looking for her every minute, aren't you?"
"Yes, and I think she'll come back."
"Well this makes me laugh,—ha! ha! ha! I had a woman play that same trick on me in a Chicago depot once, but no one ever will again. Young man, you've been played on for a hayseed. I would advise you to turn that baby over to a policeman and get out of here before some newspaper reporter gets hold of you."
"Oh, she'll come back, she'll come back."
"She will, eh? Ha! ha! ha! The joke grows richer and richer. Now what makes you think she'll come back?"
"Because she's my wife and this is our baby."
"Oh—um—I see," muttered the fat man, who got over feeling tickled all at once, and seeing a dog that a farmer had tied to one of the seats with a piece of clothes-line, he went over and gave it three swift kicks.