"Whut de letters say?" "Backslid, you knows I kain't read." The Backslid Baptist set the nearly empty bottle of gin on the washstand and walked into the passageway. "'Partment B," he announced upon his return. "Dey's two 'partments, A and B, and a drawin' room. You knows 'B' when you sees it. Knock at de do' an' ask whut is it." The Wildcat departed on his mission. At the door of Compartment B he encountered a bald-headed gentleman clad in violent pink pajamas. The gentleman's face was festooned with a long, blond mustache. He thrust a coat, a vest, and a pair of trousers through the door at the Wildcat. "Have these pressed," he ordered. "Here's a brace of shillings for you. Fee the tailor chap." "Cap'n, yessuh." The Wildcat returned to the smoking room. "Boy in de 'partment room whut gobbles lak a turkey says, 'Press de clo'es, boy, an' heah's a dollah.' Dollah, how is you? Sho' is easy money." "English boy. Dey's de clo'es-pressin'est folks in de world, 'ceptin' actors." "Whah at does I git dese fixed up?" "No place. Hang de coat up. Sprinkle de pants wid wateh an' lay 'em undeh a pile ob sheets in de linen closet. By mornin' dey's pressed. You charges anotheh dollah." "Sho' is easy money." The Wildcat hung the Britisher's coat and vest in the smoking room. He walked into the passageway and opened the door of the linen closet. A four-legged cyclone burst from the dark depths of the linen closet. Riding the cyclone was a bedraggled parrot. The parrot showed the wear and tear of travel. The Wildcat called loudly at the cyclone. "Lily, halt! 'Tenshun! Whah at's de mil'tary bearin' you got in France? Come heah!" The mascot walked to the Wildcat's side. From Lily's cringing back the Wildcat lifted the battle-scarred parrot. The Wildcat boosted Lily back into the solitude of the linen closet. "Lily, 'tenshun. At ease! At res'!" The goat executed the commands with the military precision which had come from long months of training in the A.E.F. "'Tenshun! At ease. One mo' false move an' I th'ows you oveh-boa'd off de train." The Wildcat retrieved a piece of string and turned his attention to the parrot. "You green debbil. Lay off 'at goat. Ah ties you on de top shelf. One mo' move an' us has fricasseed green chicken afteh de dinin' cah man gits you." "'Tenshun!" mocked the parrot. "At ease!" Lily, prone in the depths of the linen closet, obeyed the commands. The Wildcat tied the string around the parrot's leg. "Dere, dat holds you, an quit mockin' me befo' I knocks yo' beak down yo' throat." "At rest!" the parrot gurgled. The Wildcat closed the door of the linen closet. The parrot lost no time in biting the string loose from about her leg, after which she rejoined her four-legged companion. "'Tenshun!" she squawked. "At res'! Tenshun! At res'!"