"From Brooklyn, Sor," was his reply, "but I'll niver go back there, for all my friends have been killed by the trolley cars."
Larry is very democratic. The other day a guest, on sitting down to lunch, took too much room upon the bench.
"Plaze move along, Sor," said Larry.
The stranger glared at him. "I am a Count," he remarked at last.
"Well, Sor," said Larry, "here you only count wun!"
"Hush!" exclaimed a member of the gentleman's suite, "that is Count Schouvaloff."
"I'll forgive him that," said Larry, "if he won't shuffle off this seat," Pointing to my companion. Larry asked me: "What is that gintleman's business?"
"He is a teacher of singing," I answered.
LARRY'S LUNCH-STATION.