“Oh, say, Adolph, make my order a chop instead of those ham and eggs.”
“Yah!”
“And, Adolph.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want a glass of milk, with a squirt of vichy in it. Don’t forget.”
“Nein, I vunt!”
“And speed up, Adolph, we’re all in a hurry.”
“Shure. You vos allvays in a hurry!”
The German waiter scurried away. How he ever remembered it all is one of the mysteries that one day may be solved. But he never forgot, and never made a mistake.
The boys were seated at a table in one of the small rooms of Kelly’s. They stretched out their legs and took their ease, for they felt they had earned a little relaxation.