And Mr. Gashwiler had replied, "Well, now, that is a surprise. When was you wishing to go, Merton?"
"Why, I would be much obliged if you'd let me get off to-night on No. 4, Mr. Gashwiler, and I know you can get Spencer Grant to take my place, because I asked him yesterday."
"Very well, Merton. Send Spencer Grant in to see me, and you can get off to-night. I hope you'll have a good time."
"Of course, I don't know how long I'll be gone. I may locate out there. But then again"
"That's all right, Merton. Any time you come back you can have your same old job. You've been a good man, and they ain't so plenty these days."
"Thank you, Mr. Gashwiler."
No. 4 was made to stop at Simsbury for a young man who was presently commanding a meal in the palatial diner, and who had, before this meal was eaten, looked out with compassion upon two Simsbury-like hamlets that the train rushed by, a blur of small-towners standing on their depot platforms to envy the inmates of that splendid structure.
At last it was Western Stuff and no fooling.
