ThatnighttheboysplannedtheirfirstjobontheRube。WehadorderedaspecialPullmanfortraveltoToronto，andwhenIgottothedepotinthemorning，thePullmanwasawhiteflutteringmassofsatinribbons。Also，therewasabrassband，andthousandsofbaseballfans，andbarrelsofoldfoot—gear。TheRubeandNanarrivedinacabandwereimmediatelymobbed。
Thecrowdroared，thebandplayed，theenginewhistled，thebellclanged;andtheairwasfullofconfettiandslippers，andshowersofricelikehailpatteredeverywhere。AsomewhatdishevelledbrideandgroomboardedthePullmanandbreathlesslyhidinastateroom。Thetrainstarted，andthecrowdgaveonelastrousingcheer。OldSpearsyelledfromthebackplatform：
``Fellers，an’fans，youneedn’tworrynoneaboutleavin’theRubean’hisbridetothetendermerciesofthegang。Ahundredyearsfromnowpeoplewilltalkaboutthishoneymoonbaseballtrip。Waittillwecomeback——an’say，jesttoputyouwise，nomatterwhatelsehappens，we’recomin’backinfirstplace！’’
ItwassurelyamerrypartyinthatPullman。
ThebridalcoupleemergedfromtheirhidingplaceandheldasortofreceptioninwhichtheRubeappearedshyandfrightened，andNanresembledajoyous，flutteringbirdingray。Ididnotseeifshekissedeverymanontheteam，butshekissedmeasifshehadbeenwantingtodoitforages。