B-O-L-O--ah, that's it; BOLOGNA, that's it.

It is a queer name though, ain't it ?" "Well, what now ?" "Why, he's in the train, and it's started, it is." "Do you know where he's going ?" "No." "But he has a ticket; can't you see it ?" "Course I can't.

It's in his pocket, and I can't see through the cloth, I can't." "And what's he doing now ?" "Why, he's in for makin' hisself comfortable, he is.

He's got a piller, and he's stretchin' hisself on the seat and layin' his head on the piller.

There, he's closed his eyes--he's off to sleep." The professor turned to me.