But I like
you so darn much I want to see you sober up and get another job.
Honestly I do, Charley. Are you broke?"
"Prett' nearly. Only got about ten dollars to my name....
I _will_ take a brace, old man. I know you ain't no preacher.
Course if you came around with any `holierthan-thou' stunt I'd
have to go right out and get soused on general principles....
Yuh--I'll try to get a job."
"Here's ten dollars. Please take it--aw--please, Charley."
"_All_ right; anything to oblige."
"What 've you got in sight in the job line?"
"Well, there's a chance at night clerking in a little hotel
where I was a bell-hop long time ago. The night clerk's going to
get through, but I don't know just when--prob'ly in a week or two."
"Well, keep after it. And _please_ come down to see me--the old
place--West Sixteenth Street."
"What about the old girl with the ingrowing grouch? What's her
name? She ain't stuck on me."
"Mrs. Zapp? Oh--hope she chokes. She can just kick all she
wants to. I'm just going to have all the visitors I want to.
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