Willie got up and went over to the counter.
"How much is your milk a glass?"
"Three cents," the German lady said.
Willie sighed, and turned sadly away. The German lady called him back.
"By rights it's three cents, but I'll give it to you for two."
Margery heard distinctly. Two cents for cakes, two cents for milk. Good! That left him one cent of his own money.
Willie Jones leisurely finished the last crumb of cake and drained his glass.
"Well, so long, Margery. I guess I better be going. I got to see a fella down in East Maplewood."
"Give me my nickel, Willie, or I'll have to go with you. I told you I would."
"Well, of course, Margery, you can come down to East Maplewood if you want to. But it's pretty far." He spoke as though the possible fatigue to Margery really concerned him.