'We cops a neat little bundle at our
last stop, 'n' we'll grab a nice piece of change here. I feel it in my
bones.'
"'All right,' says Butsy. 'I'll be the goat just once more--but take
it from me this is the last time!'
"'Send a wagon fur the trunk when you get up-town,' I says to Butsy
when he's goin'.
"'Furget it!' he says. 'Put her on the street-car. The car runs right
into Minnehaha Park 'n' you can unload her in front of the stalls.'
"'You can't take a trunk on a street-car,' I says.
"'Wait till you see this street-car,' says Butsy.
"'Ain't they but one?' says Peewee.
"'That's all,' says Butsy. 'Orphy Shanner runs it.'
"Me and Peewee stands a-waitin' fur the street-car fur thirty minutes,
then I goes into the freight depot office.
"'Is the street-car runnin'?' I says to the old gazink at the desk.
"'Ye can't rightly call it runnin',' he says. 'It ain't been settled
yet. Some claims she dun't, some claims she do. Them that claims she
dun't is those who've rid on her.'
"'Well, whatever she does,' I says, 'will she get here this mawnin'? I
got to get to the race track.'
"'I'll call up Orphy an' see,' says the old gazink. 'Hello, Tessie,'
he says, after he grinds away at the telephone handle fur a while.
'Git a-holt of Orphy Shanner fer me out to th' park--that's a good
girl.' In about ten minutes somebody begins to talk over the phone.
'Say, Orphy, this is Ed at the B. & O. Freight,' says the old gazink.
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