Just like home!
"Mrs. Arty's nearly as fat as I am, but she can be pretty spry
if there's something she can do for you. Nice crowd there, too
except that Teddem--he's one of these here Willy-boy actors,
always out of work; I guess Mrs. Arty is kind of sorry for him.
Say, Wrenn--you seem to me like a good fellow--why don't you get
acquainted with the bunch? Maybe you'd like to move up there
some time. You was telling me about what a cranky old party
your landlady is. Anyway, come on up there to dinner. On me.
Got anything on for next Monday evening?"
"N-no."
"Come on up then----East Thirtieth."
"Gee, I'd like to!"
"Well, why don't you, then? Get there about six. Ask for me.
Monday. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I don't have to get to the
store evenings. Come on; you'll find out if you like the place."
"By jiminy, I will!" Mr. Wrenn slapped the table, socially.
At last he was "through, just _through_ with loafing around and
not getting acquainted," he told himself. He was tired of
Zapps.
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