Butthecow-puncherhadceasedtosmile，andnow，whileBarkerranonexuberantly，McLean’swide-openeyesresteduponhim，singularandintent，andintheirhazeldepthsthelastgleamofjocularitywentout。
“That’swherethestraincomes，yousee。Twosetsofacquaintances。
Gratefulpatientsandloyalvoters，andI’vegottokeepsolidwithbothoutfits，especiallythewivesandmothers。They’rethepeople。Soit’sdrums，anddolls，andsheeponwheels，andgames，andmonkeysonastick，andthesalesladyshowsyouamechanicalbear，anditcoststoomuch，andyouforgetwhethertheJudge’ssecondgirlisNellieorSusie，and——well，I’mjustinformyannualcircusthisafternoon!You’reinluck。
Christmasdon’ttroubleachapfixedlikeyou。“
LinMcLeanprolongedthesentencelikeadistantecho。