"Sure thing," he said, "don't you know me?"
I shook my head.
"Gee!" he said, "you're sick. You look like hell!"
"I feel like it."
"What's up?"
"You heard me 'phone?"
"Sure—aint you glad?"
"Yes—but——"
"Say, have a cup of hot coffee, won't you?"
"Thank you, I think I will."