"Yes, it did! Bet it came in with the Ark," said Butsey, to Stover's great admiration. "Well, are you going to set us up to a couple of bottles, or have we got to pay for them?"
"We've got some very fine Turkish paste, Mr. White," said Bill, producing the rootbeer.
"Well?" said Butsey, looking at Stover.
"I'd like to show you some of our new crockery sets, Mr. Stover," said Appleby softly. "Just come in this morning. Want a student's lamp?"
"No time now, Bill," said Butsey, hastily consulting the clock. "See you later."
Other groups came in; Appleby moved away. Stover, quenching the hot dogs in rootbeer, heard again the opening salutations:
"Well, Bill, how's business?"
"It's bad, Mr. Parsons. It's bad."
"Well, Bill, ta-ta," said Butsey, as they moved off. "Seen Doc Macnooder this morning?"