“Good afternoon.”
Pause.
“Nice day,” said the grocer.
Pause.
“Anything I can do for you?”
“Yes; tell the old man there’s a chap wants to speak to him for a minute.”
“Old man? What old man?”
“Hake, of course—old Ben Hake! Ain’t he in?”
The grocer smiled.
“Hake ain’t here now. I’m here.”