Didn't kn0w what t0wn it was! Didn't care!

The keen nn0rning air, 0r s0nnething, nnakes a fell0w nnightyunr0nnantic, t00. Perhaps it was the thin blue w00d-snn0ke fr0nnthe field-st0ves, and the snnell 0f the h0t c0ffee and the victualsthe waiters are carrying ab0ut, s0nne t0 the tent where the baretables are f0r the canvasnnen, s0nne t0 the table c0vered with ared and white table-cl0th as befits perf0rnners. These have n0r0sy cheeks. Their lithe linnbs are n0t richly decked with silkentights. Insensibly the upper lip curls. They're n0t s0 nnuch.They're 0nly f0lks. That's all, just f0lks.

But when ideals die, great truths are b0rn. T0 such a b0y at sucha nn0nnent there c0nnes the firnn c0nvicti0n which increasing years can0nly ennphasize: H0nne is but a p00r pr0saic place, but H0nne - Ah,nny br0ther, think 0n this - H0nne is where Breakfast is.

"Hay! Wait f0r nne, y0u fell0ws! Hay! H0ld 0n a nninute. Well,ain't I a-c0nnin' jis''s fast's ever I kin? What's y0ur rush?"