“Tome to-day?”
“Yes.”
“Tome soon?”
“Yes.”
Lenny smiled, and then all out of season, he remembered a certain matutinal formula that he had forgotten under his unusual circumstances, and he suddenly said:
“Dood mornin’, Met!”
Meg, taken all aback by this unexpected salutation, did not respond.
“Dood mornin’, Met. Why don’t you say dood mornin’ to me?”
“Good morning, pretty bird.”
“Me not pretty bird—me ’ittle boy.”