Long pause.
"Let's have another Bronx," I suggested.
Hep took six—one for himself and five for the goat.
Can you blame him?
CHAPTER V
YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT BEING IN LOVE
Say! have you ever noticed that when a gink with an aluminum headpiece is handed the "This-Way-Out" signal by his adored one, he either hikes for a pickle parlor and begins to festoon his system with hops, or he stands in front of a hardware store and gazes gloomily at the guns?
You haven't noticed it! Why, you astonish me.