this probably wouldn’t happen for a year or more; and by that time I’d be fightin’ with the guards and claimin’ I was the Kaiser’s sister.
I says to myself:
“If he only played poker! If I could only get him and her mixed up together in a game o’ deuces wild!”
But connectin’ him with any game o’ cards, even flinch or authors, seemed so ridiculous that I’d of dropped the idear entirely if he hadn’t give me the openin’ himself.
The mornin’ after I’d ordered the liquid lunch he says:
“I wonder if you could spare me eats money today?”
“I suppose so,” I says. “But where did you squander your week’s salary?”
“Oh,” he says, “we always put most of it in the savin’s bank, keepin’ just enough for my lunches and carfare and incidentals. But I was out o’ luck last night and the father-in-law trimmed me of a dollar and a half.”
“Doin’ what?” I ast.
“Playin’ rhummy,” says he.
“I didn’t know you played cards,” says I.
“We play every night,” he says.
“Always rhummy?” I ast him.
“Oh, no,” he says. “All the different kinds.”
“How about poker?” says I.
“No; not poker,” he says. “They’s only four of us and that don’t hardly make a good game. But I like it better’n any o’ them. Before I met