Home Sweet Home With Wheels On.

For the train is Home Sweet Home with the wheels on. You pile in and pull out and feel that you can cut yourself a piece of cake and make yourself at home. You can toss the merry quip, mingle with your fellows, and even sing, unless you are one of those bathroom barrowtones. The train is a whirl within a whirl. If not the centre of gravity it is the centre of gaiety, where the Christmas spirit circulates with the celerity of free beer at a banquet for bone-dust beaters.