 Rochester. Come on, boys, join in. Never mind. There's no field of cotton. Picking cotton is their fool. They don't live in capital like the old folks. We'll never get to New York the way you're moving. Our train leaves in a couple of hours. My trunk isn't half-packed yet. Well, boys, I only got two hands. Yes, but you got a cigar in one and a sandwich in the other. Now put them down and get to work. My contract specifies one hour for lunch. You can eat and work at the same time like I do.