"All right.

Beat it up and get me about two quarts of that hot coffee and about four ham sandwiches, two for you and two for me.

That's a good kid." "Sure!" exclaimed Jimmie, and was off.
Merton Gill had been dazed by these revelations, by the swift and utter destruction of his loftiest ideal.

He hardly cared to know, now, if Beulah Baxter were married.

It was the Montague girl who had most thrilled him for two years.