“Yuh—kind of hard. Oh, not so very.”
“What did you see in England?”
“Oh, a lot of different places. Say, I seen some great vaudeville in Liverpool, Charley, with Morton—he’s a slick fellow; works for the Pennsylvania, here in town. I got to look him up. Say, I wish we had an agency for college sofa-pillows and banners and souvenir stuff in Oxford. There’s a whole bunch of colleges there, all right in the same town. I met a prof. there from some American college—he hired an automobubble and took me down to a reg’lar old inn—”
“Well, well!”
“—like you read about; sanded floor!”
“Get to London?”
“Yuh. Gee! it’s a big place. Say, that Westminster Abbey’s a great place. I was in there a couple of times. More darn tombs of kings and stuff. And I see a bishop, with leggins on! But I got kind of lonely. I thought of you a lot of times. Wished we could go out and get an ale together. Maybe pick up a couple of pretty girls.”
“Oh, you sport!… Say, didn’t get over to gay Paree, did you?”
“Nope…. Well, I guess I’d better beat it now. Got to move in—I’m at a hotel. You will come down and see me to-night, won’t you?”
“So you thought of me, eh?… Yuh—sure, old socks. I’ll be down to-night. And I’ll get right after that job.”