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Show oo It was on a branch railway train. The ancient engine, having wheezed laboriously over equally ancient rails, jolted to a restful stop at no place in particular. Time passed tediously. Some of the passengers looked anxiously anx-iously out of the window, while others oth-ers drew their hats down over their eyes and tried to forget it. When half an hour had elapsed the conductor came along. "Here, conducior," said a querulous old gentleman, "what Is the trouble?" "ue're taking on water," was the explanation "Oh, Indeed," snapped the old man. "Why on earth don't ou get anothei teaspoon?" |