“Is the old lady still leadin’ the band wagon, Vincent!” says I to him yesterday.
“She is,” says he, “and it is wonderful how young she has grown.”
“New York is a great place for rejuvenatin’ grandmothers,” says I, “specially around in the Red Ink Zone.”
CHAPTER V
A LONG SHOT ON DELANCEY
Well, I’ve been slummin’ up again. It happens like this: I was just preparin’, here the other noontime, to rush around the corner and destroy a plate of lunch counter hash decorated with parsley and a dropped egg, when I gets this ’phone call from Duke Borden, who says he wants to see me the worst way.
“Well,” says I, “the studio’s still here on 42d-st., and if your eyesight ain’t failed you——”
“Oh, chop it, can’t you, Shorty?” says he. “This is really important. Come right up, can’t you!”