"Glad to hear it. When we separated that day with a carefully divided quart, I didn't think your lines would so soon fall in such appreciative places."
"Neither did I. It is all due, though, Shorty, to my sobriety. I tell you there is no hope for the drunkard. I'll never drink any more."
"Glad. Expect to quit pretty soon myself. What sort of wedding-toggery have you got?"
"Finest you ever saw."
"Would like to see 'em. Where's your room?"
"Just across the street."
"Suppose we go over."
"All right. You ought to see my girl."
They went to Howell's room.