I called for the cheeses and took them away in a cab. It was a very old cab pulled buy a very old animal that the driver had the courage to call a horse. When we started out the horse went extremely slowly, but when the horse smelled the cheese he went at least three miles an hour. Then the wind blew in the horse's direction and he went even faster than cripples and old ladies.
When we arrived at the train station two men had to hold the horse because he was so excited; I do not thinks they would have controlled the horse if someone had not thought of covering up his nose.
I took my ticket and went up to the platform with my cheeses - everybody moved aside quite respectfully as I passed. The train was crowded, and I had to get into a carriage where there were already other seven people. One old gentleman objected, but I got in. I put my cheese on the rack, sat down and, with a pleasant smile, said it was a warm day. A few moments passed, and then the old gentleman began to move around.
"It's very crowded in here," he said.
