“What for?” says I. “That pair’ll get along fine; they’re two of a kind.”
“I guess you’re right,” says he. “And it’s something to have brought those two together. Perhaps someone will see the significance of it, some day.”
Now what was he drivin’ at then? You can search me. All I’ve been able to make out of it is that what ails the poor is poverty, and the trouble with the plutes is that they’ve got too much. Eh? Barney Shaw said something like that too? Well, don’t let on I agree with him. He might get chesty.
CHAPTER X
MARMADUKE SLIPS ONE OVER
And you’d almost think I could accumulate enough freaks, all by myself, without havin’ my friends pass theirs along, wouldn’t you? Yet lemme tell you what Pinckney rung up on me.
He comes into the Studio one day towin’ a party who wears brown spats and a brown ribbon to his shell rimmed eyeglasses, and leaves him planted in a chair over by the window, where he goes to rubbin’ his chin with a silver-handled stick while we dive into the gym. for one of our little half-hour sessions. Leaves him there without sayin’ a word, mind you, like you’d stand an umbrella in the corner!
“Who’s the silent gazooks you run on the siding out front?” says I.