And Nelson showed up.

And I met others, including the Vigy brothers, who ran the place, and, chiefest of all, Joe Goose, with the wicked eyes, the twisted nose, and the flowered vest, who played the harmonica like a roystering angel and went on the most atrocious tears that even the Oakland water-front could conceive of and admire.
As I bought drinks--others treated as well--the thought flickered across my mind that Mammy Jennie wasn't going to be repaid much on her loan out of that week's earnings of the Razzle Dazzle.

"But what of it ?" I thought, or rather, John Barleycorn thought it for me.

"You're a man and you're getting acquainted with men.

Mammy Jennie doesn't need the money as promptly as all that.