"Oh, you droll chap!" said the pickle pusher; "give me some toothpicks."
Then Sweet William went over to the big window, burrowed into a chair, stuck his feet up on the brass rail, ate toothpicks and thought he was IT.
When I got back to Steve he was dealing out the cards to a lady from Reading, Pa., and Kee and Jim had ducked to the billiard room.
Her husband had been up in the air with a bum automobile and when he came down he was several sections shy.
They found a monkey wrench imbedded in his left shoulder which he couldn't remember using when he tried to fix the machine.
She was traveling for his health.
"My room is too near the elevator," she informed Steve.
"I can give you a very nice room on the third floor—Front! show the lady——"
"Same size room?"
"Yes, Madam."