Let's beat it down to Soho for dinner.
Or--no! Now you shall lead me. Show me where you'd go for
dinner. And you shall take me to a music-hall, and make me
enjoy it. Now _you_ teach _me_ to play."
"Gee! I'm afraid I don't know a single thing to teach you."
"Yes, but--See here! We are two lonely Western barbarians in
a strange land. We'll play together for a little while. We're
not used to each other's sort of play, but that will break up
the monotony of life all the more. I don't know how long we'll
play or--Shall we?"
"Oh yes!"
"Now show me how you play."
"I don't believe I ever did much, really."
"Well, you shall take me to your kind of a restaurant."
"I don't believe you'd care much for penny meat-pies."
"Little meat-pies?"
"Um-huh."
"Little _crispy_ ones? With flaky covers?"
"Um-huh."
"Why, course I would! And ha'p'ny tea? Lead me to it, O brave
knight! And to a vaudeville."
He found that this devoted attendant of theaters had never seen
the beautiful Italians who pounce upon protesting zylophones
with small clubs, or the side-splitting juggler's assistant who
breaks up piles and piles of plates.
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