"Do you know any Bett ?" "It's no a Thrums name," Corp replied thankfully.

"I just made it up." "What do you mean ?" Tommy asked blankly.
Corp sighed, and went back again to the wagon.

He was particularly truculent that evening when the six-o'clock train came in.

"Tickets, there; look slippy wi' your tickets." His head bobbed up at the window of another compartment.

"Tick----" he began, and then he ducked.
The compartment contained a boy looking as scared as if he had just had his face washed, and an old woman who was clutching a large linen bag as if expecting some scoundrel to appear through the floor and grip it.