"Well sir," I says to him, "the world's a pretty small place after all, isn't it!"
Well, along about nine o'clock I thought I'd turn in and try to get a good night's sleep—though it's a funny thing about me; as I may have told you, first night on a sleeper I can't hardly sleep at all; but I thought I'd turn in and try it, and come to find out, the porter had my bed all made up and so I crawled out of my clothes and wound my watch and crawled in between the sheets—
But I won't go into details of the trip—there was nothing of especial interest except this remarkable coincidence about this gentleman, a Mr. McLough his name was, that was a cousin of Alec Duplex's, but say, there was one thing:
At breakfast in the morning, I thought I'd try some buckwheat cakes, and I said to the waiter, "I think I'll have some buckwheat cakes," I said. "And syrup."
"Sorry, sir, we ain't got any buckwheat cakes this morning," he says.
