fifty-five'll

Updated: May 8, 2025

Caps, white or blue, flowed like a succession of rippling waves and broke against the great doorway, and were gone. In Tyler's town, back home in Marvin, Texas, you knew the train numbers and their schedules, and you spoke of them by name, familiarly and affectionately, as Number Eleven and Number Fifty-five. "I reckon Fifty-five'll be late to-day, on account of the storm."

Edna Ferber - Cheerful—By Request