"Small grandmother," said the other; then, nodding to the bar-tender, "'Nother same as mine."
"What have you been doing?" asked Bobby vaguely, as he took the glass.
"Roun' the town—roun' the town," replied the other. "Gl'd to meet you. What've you been doin'?"
"Oh, I've just been going round the town."
"Roun' the town, that's the way—roun' the town," replied the other. "Roun' an' roun' and roun' the town."
Foulkes broke into this intellectual discussion.
"I'm off," said Foulkes.
"Stay a minit," said Uncle Simon. "What'll you have?"
"Nothing, thanks," said Foulkes.
"Come on," said Bobby, taking the arm of his relative.