“Looking for you, old man—looking for you!” he excitedly sputtered. “There’s tomething on sap—I mean something on tap.”
“You know I never drink beer,” smiled Frank.
“Never mind—t’ain’t beer,” Harry rattled on. “This is just the day, isn’t it?”
“Just the day for what?”
“Cruise.”
“What sort of a cruise?”
“On the sound. I’ve got a cat.”
“A cat? Well, what has a cat to do with a cruise on the sound?”
“I mean a batcoat—no, no, a catboat! Bought her yesterday.”
“Oh! I must say you are starting early.”