Dusenheimer," said Philip.
"Yaas, I know.

But d'old woman, she say 'You sticks to your pisiness.
So I sticks to 'em.

Und I makes noting.

Dat Mister Prierly, he don't never come back here no more, ain't it ?" "Why ?" asked Philip.
"Vell, dere is so many peers, and so many oder dhrinks, I got 'em all set down, ven he coomes back." It was a long night for Philip, and a restless one.

At any other time the swing of the cars would have lulled him to sleep, and the rattle and clank of wheels and rails, the roar of the whirling iron would have only been cheerful reminders of swift and safe travel.