“What! How—how do you mean?”
“Mean I’m going to run my own grub-wagon. And I want you to join.”
“But— Look here, Pete, I don’t believe you can find a decent place to take you. Everything’s full up already.”
“Where is there a decent place?” asked Pete, calmly.
“Well, there’s Pearson’s, of course, but you couldn’t get in there. And——”
“Why couldn’t I?”
“Because she takes training tables chiefly, and is pretty particular, anyhow.”
“Yes, that’s what she told me,” said Pete.
“Then you went there?”
Pete nodded.