"Come up and see me—you—you're going to move up here with me."
"Like Hell—I'll come up and see you, but I ain't moving in here—I don't want to have to jump out of one of these windows some night when you and Big Boy have one of your grudge fights—I'll stay where I'm at."
"Come on, let's go back to the hotel, and I'll get my things packed, and start to move—will you help me?"
"Sure, why not?"
They went back to the hotel, and found Big Boy waiting for them.
"Did you find the kind of a place you want?" he asked anxiously.
"Did I? Did I? I went to the Hussman and picked the best in the joint—is that all right?"
"Right," he smiled, "And the best is none too good."
"I'm going to pack and move right now, Ev, and you are going to help me."
"No, you call the maid and let her pack your things, and send them over. Here's a little present I have for you," as he handed her a small book.