At last he paused to rest a second.

"One more! Just one more!" he begged.
"A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A jug of wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness.
Oh, wilderness were Paradise enough!" Jimmy's head dropped an instant.

His feet slowly shuffled in improvising a new step, and then he moved away, thumping the milk pail and chanting: "A couple of fish poles underneath a tree, A bottle of Rye and Dannie beside me A fishing in the Wabash.
Were the Wabash Paradise?
HULLY GEE! Tired out, he dropped across a chair facing the back and folded his arms.

He regained breath to ask the Thread Man: "Did you iver have a frind ?" He had reached the confidential stage.
The Boston man was struggling to regain his dignity.

He retained the impression that at the wildest of the dance he had yelled and patted time for Jimmy.
"I hope I have a host of friends," he said, settling his pleated coat.
"Damn hosht!" said Jimmy.