Mr. Bunion: Ah! What bliss! I could sit here and rest forever! Oh! If I did not have to end this sweet repose.
Man: What are you doing. Taking a little rest?
Mr. Bunion: yes, Sir! I'm very tired! Played out!
Man: Not from carrying that little valise, I hope! I used to carry a half a dozen valises like this one only bigger ones.
Mr. Bunion: Did you have them with you constantly?
Man: Day and night for years. One in each hand, four of'em strapped on my back all the time.
Mr. Bunion: How did you rid yourself of them? Tell me!
Man: Oh! That was easy, the easiest part of all. I shook them!
Mr. Bunion: You shook them?
Man: Yes! Blew them! Tincanned the whole bunch! Ditched them!
Mr. Bunion: Eh, what is thi, what are you going to do now with that?
Man: I'm going to smoke a little hop. Sit still! I'm be only a--
Mr. Bunion: No! I must go. Just move your lamp off my valise!
Mr. Bunion: Huh! Dogged! Isn't pulling on that stem like a steam engine? Hitting the pipe! Well, I'll hit this old valise it's good enough for me!