And I s'pose, bein' as this is New York, I'd ought to ask you to take somethin' to lay the dust, hey?
I ain't made any inquiries myself, but I shouldn't wonder if the Commodore--the feller that let you in--could find somethin' in the spare room closet or somewheres, if I ask him." The young man laughed.

"If you mean a drink," he said, "I don't care for it, thank you." "What?
You ain't a teetotaler, are you ?" "No, not exactly.

But--" "But you can get along without it, hey?
So can I; generally do, fur's that goes.

But _I'm_ from South Denboro.

I thought here in New York--" "Oh, there are many people, even here in New York, who are not convinced that alcohol is a food." "You don't tell me! Well, I'm livin' and learnin' every day.