"Oh, you will, will you?" Max cried. "Well, all I got to say is you've got to pay for it yourself."
Sidney broke into a laugh.
"That worries me a whole lot!" he said. "I've made enough out of my commissions to-day already to pay a whole week's board down there."
He turned and started across the street, but as he reached the curb he paused.
"Tell mommer she shouldn't worry herself," he said. "I'm all right."
Max looked at Abe with a sickly grin.
"I think he is too, Abe," he murmured. "Would you come over to Broadway and take maybe a little lunch with me?"
"Zwieback and coffee is good enough for me," Abe replied.
Max linked his arm in Abe's.
"You shouldn't be mad at me, Abe," he said sadly. "I am all turned upside down about that boy; and if zwieback and coffee is good enough for you and him, Abe, I guess it must be too good for me. But, just the same, I am going to eat with you, Abe, and we'll let bygones be bygones."