"How are you feeling this morning?"
"Rotten," I answered. I sat up and triphammers of pain renewed their pounding inside my racked head.
—"thought you would, so's soon as I got up, I came down to see you."
—"lot of good that'll do."
He whipped a flask out of his hip pocket. "Take a nip of this and it will set you right in a jiffy."
"No, I'll never drink another drop."
"Don't be a fool. Just a swallow and you'll be on your feet again."
I took a big swallow and it braced me up instantly.
"Now, come on with me, Johnnie, I'm taking you in tow for to-day! A fellow who's not used to getting drunk always mopes around after a good time like we had.... I'm seeing you through the day after ... you're going to lunch with me at the frat-house and this afternoon there's a sacred concert on in Aeolian Hall that I have two tickets for."
"I'll never drink another drop as long as I live."