"Feed me Everything, with One in the Light to come along," he said. "If
any of the Cockroaches ask for me, tell them I'm for all Night with the
Yellow Rattlers, and laid out at Winona."

The English Tourist was holding his Head.

"I guess you won't carry on so Gay since he's come," said the Sensitive
Waitress, addressing the Advance Agent.

"Did he Call you Down?" asked Edmund, the Loving Fireman, glancing at
the Advance Agent.

"He used me like I was the Dirt under his Feet," she replied, placing
her Hand on her Breast and biting her Lower Lip.

"Well, it's a Good Thing," said Edmund. "You've needed a few of them
Jolts ever since you had your Hand read by the Gypsy and started to read
that Bertha Clay Book. It's a good thing to have a Strong Josher come
along now and then, just to show you Proud Dolls how to take a Joke. Do
I Eat?"

The Sensitive Waitress hurried Away, feeling hurt.

"Overlook all the Phoney Acting by the Little Lady, Bud," said the
Fireman to the Advance Agent. "She's only twenty-seven."

Producing a small Note-Book, the English Traveler said: "Gentlemen, I
regard this Incident as Most Extraordinary and somewhat Mystifying. I
fear that I am not sufficiently acquainted with your Vernacular to grasp
the full Purport of what has occurred here. Will you Explain it to me?"