"Well, Tommy, old man, it's ninety-seven moons since I saw you last! How's things?" said the newcomer.
"Oh—pretty good," said my vis-à-vis wearily. "Business is good enough; but I ain't feelin' very well myself."
"What's the trouble—caught cold?" asked the newcomer.
"No," said the other. "I'm just feelin' sort o' mean—my stummick don't seem just right. I guess I been workin' too hard."
"You'd ought to eat milk toast," said the new arrival.
"Yes," said Tommy. "I've ordered some."
At this point the waitress came up for the newcomer's order.
"I'm too tired to order, Jennie," said he. "Just you bring me the same as he has, and see that the buckwheats are hot."
"Gee! Buckwheats!" cried Tommy. "I didn't know there was buckwheats—bring me a stack of 'em too, Jennie!"
