"Why, hello!" he said, and came forward, swiftly. "Hello! Hello!"
"Hello!" Hahn answered; "Not to say hello-hello."
Wallie looked at the girl. "Hello, Mizzi."
"Hello," said Mizzi.
"For God's sake stop saying 'hello!'" roared Hahn.
They both looked at him absently, and then at each other again.
Hahn flung his coat and hat at the Jap and rubbed his palms briskly together. "Well, how did you like it?" he said, and slapped Wallie on the back. "How'd you like it—the place I mean, and the Jap boy and all? H'm?"
"Very much," Wallie answered, formally. "Very nice."
"You'll be having one of your own some day, soon. That's sure."
"I suppose so," said Wallie, indifferently.