"'We'll decide what to do in the morning, Blister,' she says. 'I've got a headache, so I think I'll hit the hay.'
"She goes to her room 'n' I sets 'n' studies how this is goin' to wind up, till three o'clock.
"We has breakfast together the next mawnin' about noon.
"'Well,' says the chicken, 'I've been up against it before, but this is tougher than usual. Everybody I know is broke or badly bent.'
"'Same here,' I says.
"'You poor kid!' she says. 'What'll you do?'
"'Don't worry none about me,' I says. 'I can get to New Awlins somehow—they're racin' down there. But what about you?'
"'If I could get back East,' she says, 'I know a floor-walker at Macy's who'll stake me to a job till I can get placed.'
"'You stick around here,' I says, when we're through eatin'. 'I'll go out 'n' give the burg a lookin' over.'
"'I've got that Johnny's phone number,' she says. 'I wonder if he'd stand for a touch without getting too fresh?'