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We'll bum along together, and then when the money is gone we'll
get some kind of job together. Honest, I want you to."
"Hunka. Don't believe you'd care for the kind of knockabout
jobs I'll have to get."
"Sure I would. Aw, come on, Morty. I--"
"You're too level-headed to like to bum around like a fool hobo.
You'd dam soon get tired of it."
"What if I did? Morty, look here. I've been learning something
on this trip. I've always wanted to just do one thing--see
foreign places. Well, I want to do that just as much as ever.
But there's something that's a whole lot more important.
Somehow, I ain't ever had many friends. Some ways you're about
the best friend I've ever had--you ain't neither too highbrow or
too lowbrow. And this friendship business--it means such an
awful lot. It's like what I was reading about--something by
Elbert Hubbard or--thunder, I can't remember his name, but,
anyway, it's one of those poet guys that writes for the back
page of the _Journal_--something about a _joyous adventure_.


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