traveling expenses for three scuffles with three set-ups over there. Ain't we got fun?"
I think she'll be tickled silly, but, in the contrary, she seems exceedingly peeved.
"Gale, how much of your ring earnings have you saved?" she asks, like it's a serious matter.
Well, that's a horse of a different tint. I reach in the inside pocket of my coat and bring forth my bank book—one of the most interesting novels I have yet run across in my studies.
"I only got twenty thousand, eighty-six dollars and nineteen cents," I says. "Nothing at all, Judy."
"Nothing at all?" she says, sitting up straight. "Why, that's a whole lot of money! When you were a soda clerk for Ajariah Stubbs at twelve dollars a week, Gale, you would have thought it wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Now, it's nothing at all! Why"
"But listen, Judy," I interrupt, "I'm going to turn in this dinkey little tin-can-on-a-roller-skate I got and get a Pelham twin-six Sedan. That's going to hit me for about twelve thousand berries. But wait till you see it, Judy; I bet you'll get as big a kick out of riding in it as I will. Why, the front seat alone on one of these boats would hold the United States Senate without no trouble at all!"
"Indeed!" says Judy, kind of cold. "Well, I'll never ride in it, that's certain!"
"What have I done now, Judy?" I says, in astonishment. "Has anybody put in a rap for me, or what is the reasons you won't ride in my sedan?"
