"I'll tell the boys what you say," he murmured.
"Sure," Sam said heartily, "and tell 'em also they should drop in oncet in a while and see mommer and me up in One Hundred and Twenty-seventh Street."
Max nodded.
"And tell Babette to come, also," Sam added; but Max shook his head.
"I'm afraid she wouldn't do it," he declared. "She says yesterday she wouldn't speak to you again so long as you live."
Sam emitted a sigh that was a trifle too emphatic in its tremulousness.
"I'm sorry she feels that way, Max," he said; "but it's an old saying and a true one, Max: you couldn't make no omelets without beating eggs."
CHAPTER FIVE
MAKING OVER MILTON