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Picture,
mister? Why, I didn't see it no more 'n--Say you, Pink Eye,
say you crab-footed usher, did you swipe my hat? Ain't he the
cut-up, mister! Ain't both them ushers the jingling sheepsheads,
though! Being cute and hiding my hat in the box-office.
_Picture?_ I don't get no chance to see any of 'em. Funny,
ain't it?--me barking for 'em like I was the grandmother of the
guy that invented 'em, and not knowing whether the train
robbery--Now who stole my going-home shoes?... Why, I don't
know whether the train did any robbing or not!"
He slapped Mr. Wrenn on the back, and the sales clerk's heart
bounded in comradeship. He was surprised into declaring:
"Say--uh--I bowed to you the other night and you--well, honestly,
you acted like you never saw me."
"Well, well, now, and that's what happens to me for being the
dad of five kids and a she-girl and a tom-cat. Sure, I couldn't
've seen you. Me, I was probably that busy with fambly cares--I
was probably thinking who was it et the lemon pie on me--was it Pete
or Johnny, or shall I lick 'em both together, or just bite me wife.


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