"Why don't you look where you're going?" he began, and then he recognized the object of his wrath. "Sidney!" he yelled, clutching young Koblin's shoulder. "Where are you going?"
"Let me alone," Sidney cried as he sought to free himself.
"Aber, Sidney," Abe pleaded, "you mustn't act so strange with me. Did you got any breakfast yet?"
Sidney shook his head sullenly.
"Me neither," Abe cried. "Come on over to the Waldorf."
Five minutes later they sat at a table in the palm room, while Abe ordered two whole portions of grapefruit, a double portion of tenderloin steak, soufflé potatoes, coffee, waffles and honey.
"Now, listen to me, Sidney," he began. "You shouldn't got mad at your father just because he licks you oncet, y'understand. My poor father, selig, he knocks the face off of me regular twicet a week, and I ain't none the worser for it."
Sidney hung his head and made no reply.
"Furthermore, Sidney," Abe went on, "if you are broke why don't you say so?"
He pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket and handed Sidney twenty dollars.