"Yep, in a way. He orders his electric stuff through us. A year ago when he was so poor he used to foot it to save trolley fare the boss trusted him for twelve hundreds dollars' worth of radium."
"Good for the boss! He was a zpord. Did he ever get his bunny bag?"
"Twice over. Oh, Alton didn't forget it. He's as straight as a string."
"Well, he bay be all ride in sub ways bud he busd be jusd aboud grazy to sdard on thad jourdy."
"Oh, I dunno. He has done some big stunts already. And he's pretty level headed."
"Yez, bud id seebs like suizide to be. How var away is Bars, eddyway?"
"Oh, just a step. I believe the astronomers call it about forty-eight millions of miles."
"Vorty-eight billions of biles? Whew!"
"No, forty-eight millions—not billions."
The Rose Cold tried to laugh. "Yez I doe id iz—but with thiz invernal drouble I gan'd prodounce by ebs."