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Then he tells you what time it is.

Suppose he don't come?

[Coming down the steps.] Nonsense! He's got to come. He pays off the workmen every Saturday. And this is Saturday, ain't it? ['' has ascended to the top of the stairway and is gazing along the tracks.''] What are you looking at up there?

The tracks go on and on—there's no end to them.

What's that to stare about?

Nothing—only I always look after the train. When you stand down there at night it snorts past you, and spits down.

Spits?

Yes, the engine. It spits down. And then the whole train rattles past and away—and you stand