?" I asked.

"I think we do this morning," he answered. "I think I heard the
conductor say that they have a lot of milk cans to put off here this
morning. I'll just go and find out, sir."

"Stop here!" broke in an irascible-looking gentleman in a grey tweed
suit who was sitting in the next chair to mine. "Do they _stop_ here?
I should say they did indeed. Don't you know," he added, turning to the
Pullman conductor, "that any train is _compelled_ to stop here. There's
a by-law, a municipal by-law of the City of Toronto, _compelling_ every
train to stop?"

"I didn't know it," said the conductor humbly.

"Do you mean to say," continued the irascible gentleman, "that you have
never read the by-laws of the City of Toronto?"

"No, sir," said the conductor.

"The ignorance of these fellows," said the man in grey tweed, swinging
his chair round again towards me. "We ought to have a by-law to compel
them to read the by-laws. I must start an agitation for it at once."
Here he took out a little red notebook and wrote something in it,
murmuring, "We need a new agitation anyway."

Presently he shut the book up with a snap. I noticed that there was a
sort of peculiar alacrity in everything he did.

"You, sir," he said, "have, of course, read our municipal by-laws?"

"Oh, yes," I answered. "Splendid, aren't they? They read like a
romance."

"You are most flattering to our city," said the irascible gentleman with
a bow. "Yet you, sir, I take it, are not from Toronto."

"No," I answered, as humbly as I could. "I'm from Montreal."

"Ah!" said the gentleman, as he sat back and took a thorough look at me.
"From Montreal? Are you drunk?"

"No," I replied. "I don't think so."

"But you are _suffering_ for a drink," said my new acquaintance eagerly.
"You need it, eh? You feel already a kind of craving, eh what?"

"No," I answered. "The fact is it's rather early in the morning--"

"Quite so," broke in the irascible gentleman, "but I understand that in
Montreal all the saloons are open at seven, and even at that hour are
crowded, sir, crowded."

I shook my head.

"I think that has been exaggerated," I said. "In fact, we always try
to avoid crowding and jostling as far as possible. It is generally
understood, as a matter of politeness, that the first place in the
line is given to the clergy, the Board of Trade, and the heads of the
universities."

"Is it conceivable!" said the gentleman in grey. "One moment, please,
till