“The liberal soul shall be made fat.”
“Willie?”
“Whoso giveth to the poor, lendeth to the Lord.”
“Bobby?”
“Freely thou hast received, freely give.”
“Very good, indeed. Tommy, it’s your turn next.”
Tommy’s hand came slowly forth from his pocket, bringing a penny.
“A fool and his money are soon parted,” said Tommy.
§ 270 Where Proper Relief Lay
Late in life, Messrs. Abrams and Jacobs took up golf. Both were retired cloak and suit merchants of the type made famous in Montague Glass’s immortal stories.