"MISS KATHLEEN and I snickered. Uncle Fred just sat and looked at the conductor and kept on moistening his lips. By and by he spoke. 'Don't you think your street car system is a trifle complicated?' he asked sarcastically.
"'Not at all,' said the conductor, swelling out his chest. 'You ought to of got onto a Jackson Park train instead of this, that's all.'
"Uncle Fred bit his under lip. He had forgotten about looking at the grip to see whether it was a Jackson Park train.
"''Tain't too late, though,' said the conductor, after enjoying Uncle Fred's face for a minute. 'We ain't to Fifty-fifth Street yet. I'll give you transfers and you can change there.'
"Uncle Fred didn't look at either of us, but sat and fingered the transfers. After a while he turned to Miss Kathleen. 'Do you remember Mark Twain's "Pink trip slip for a six-cent fare, punch in the presence of the passengaire"?
