He went to Fagin's, got several drinks, tried his best to pick a fight with Mike, then went home and went to bed.
Jimmie ate all there was in sight, and with a full stomach became very cheerful and talked to Mose, the colored waiter.
"Gee, I guess me belly t'ought me t'roat was cut. I bet if it could talk it would ast me what I was doin' up dere."
CHAPTER VIII
Bill's Pension
After Mr. and Mrs. Morton had listened to Jimmie's story of Mrs. Cook's prayer, Floe's "gittin' hurted" and Dave's talk, he went into detail as he described the wonderful breakfast he had eaten. "Gee, I was scart I'd bust when I straightened up. I don't feel like I wanted nothin' for a week."
"Tell me more about Floe," said Mrs. Morton, much interested.
"Do you think she would come to live with us while she is sick?
I would love to care for her and be her friend if she would
let me."
"Do yer mean she can board here?" asked Jimmie in surprise.
"No, I want her to come and live with us; I want her for my friend and companion. She can be our Floe and make this her home."
"Will her name be Floe Morton then?" asked Jimmie.