"Stop roasting me, Billy; let up!"
But Billy continued mercilessly; "Of course you'll have a box at the opera, wear a claw hammer coat and a plug hat, put on white kids and take your lady-love to a little supper after the play is over. Be lots of champagne flowing about that time, eh?"
"Let up, you darned little Britisher," said I laughing. "Greater things than that have come to pass. I'll cut you, the first thing, Billy."
"I knew it. Rich people ain't got any use for their poor friends or relations.
"Which bank will you put your money in?"
"Haven't decided yet; ain't going to let that worry me."
"Maybe you'll fall in love with some girl and get married. When a feller has money he'll do fool things."
"The girl I marry will have to be a pretty good looker, and will have to have a little money of her own," responded I.
"Of course, Windy; I'm glad to see you've got some sense. After that old country trip yarn of yours I didn't think you had any."