"Why, it tells on the ticket, Patsy.

I can't remember the name just now.

It's where the ship stops, of course." "That is Napoli," said the thin faced man, with a scarcely veiled sneer.
"And then ?" "And then ?" repeated Patsy, turning to her Uncle.
"Then?
Oh, some confounded place or other that I can't think of.

I'm not a time-table, Patsy; but the trip is all arranged, in beautiful style, by a friend of mine who has always wanted to go abroad, and so has the whole programme mapped out in his head." "Is it in his head yet ?" enquired Patsy, anxiously.
"No, dear; it's in the left hand pocket of my blue coat, all written down clearly.

So what's the use of bothering?
We aren't there yet.