Presently the waiter came up.
"What'll you have to-day, sah?" asked the waiter. "We've got some nice lamb wid green peas."
"Yes," said the Wall Street operator, absent-mindedly, "let me have a little lamb with greenbacks."
You see its hard for those chaps to divorce themselves from their business.
After a while I noticed an old tortoise-shell tabby sitting on one of the tables.
It was back a little, but in full view of the patrons.
I wondered why none of the attendants chased the beast away, and my curiosity grew apace until I mentioned it to my companion.
So we hazarded many a guess.