passing the comment that it certainly is great to be eating real corn-flakes and honest-to-God coffee and waffles and sausages and real Vermont maple syrup, see, instead of the awful chow they'd be getting in Europe—pickles and sauerkraut for breakfast, probably, and all like that.
Well, then, in comes the ambassador from this European country, and he says they want the hero to come back—they'll make him sure-enough king, but he says, "Nix, not on your life—just look around you," he says, "and use your own eyes, how's this for class and real sure-enough solid comfort." And so on—you know, a lot of discussion back and forth.
And then, say, if I do say it myself, I certainly got one knockout last curtain. Just when the ambassador is arguing his head off—in comes the nurse with their little kid, just born!
But I'm getting entirely away from my subject, I'm afraid, and as I said, it was there at Joe's while we were having that little snack that Mack finally told this story I started to tell you, and I guess
