"But they won't know where we're settin'," I says. "We'll tell them we couldn't get four seats together, so for them to set where they was the last time and we're goin' elsewheres."
"It don't seem fair," says my wife.
"I should worry about bein' fair with Hatch," I says. "If he's ever left with more than a dime's worth o' cards you got to look under the table for his hand."
"It don't seem fair," says the Missus.
"You should worry!" I says.
So we ast them over the followin' night and it looked for a minute like we was goin' to clean up. But after that one minute my Missus began collectin' pitcher cards again and every card Hatch drawed seemed like it was made to his measure. Well, sir, when we was through the lucky stiff was eight dollars to the good and Mrs. Hatch had about broke even.
"Do you suppose you can get them same seats?" I says.
"What seats?" says Hatch.
"For the op'ra," I says.
"You won't get me to no more op'ra," says Hatch. "I don't never go to the same show twicet."