The Codfish lay back on the window seat, strummed the untuned guitar, and began to hum:
"When I was a student at Cadiz
I played on the Spanish guitar—"
"You'll be a student in Hades if you don't let up!" shouted Turner. "We can stand anything excepting the picture of you as a student at Cadiz. Please desist."
"O, tush, old fellow, your soul is not attuned to music. What's the next line? I seem to disremember it——"
"When I was a stoogent at Cadiz." strum, strum, strum, strum,
"I played on the Spanish guitar."
"Good night!" yelled Frank. "Come on, let's go to Poli's and hear some real music. We'll let the Codfish be 'a stoogent at Cadiz' all to himself."
"S'matter?" said the musician reproachfully. "Well, if you must go, good night. I cannot frivol my time away at Poli's vaudeville when true art is stirring in my soul."
"Let her stir then," said Frank. "We're off," and the door banged.