Say, do you want any more of those little personal reminiscences ?" I did not.

I mumbled a few words of lame apology, pleading the thoughtlessness of youth.

The excuses were apparently taken in the proper spirit, for again the voice was tearful.
"Ah, but those were the good old days! Out here I love to think of them and to recall my youth.

I am battered now, and my joints creak.

But once I was all fresh paint and varnish, one of the aristocrats of city travel.