Master Jerry apparently resented having his pet convictions treated in this "Doubting Thomas" fashion, for the next thing George heard him say, was: "Goozlemy, goozlemy, goozlemy! . . . No! he hadn't got a tomato-can, silly! but he'd got a big, fat bottle in his pocket an' he pulled the cork out of it an' sucked an' I said 'What have you got in your bottle? an' he said 'Cold tea' but it didn't smell a bit like cold tea.
"Goozlemy, goozlemy, goozlemy!" he squeaked, "that man was a real hobo." His grimace was returned with interest. Alice hugged her puppy awhile contentedly, murmuring in that canine's ear, "What a silly old thing that tomato-can must have been. If I'd been him I'd have kept my mouth shut." "Cow Run!" intoned the brakeman monotonously, passing through the coaches, "Cow Run next stop!"