Marion, I and some o’ the boys where I boarded had a little session o’ penny ante every other evenin’. Just a little friendly game, with deuces wild.”
“Does your wife play?” I ast.
“She knows how,” he says, “because I’ve showed her the value o’ the cards. She picks everything up quick.”
“Well,” I says, “if you two could make up your mind to leave home some night, we’d simply love to have you come out and get in our game.”
“Maybe your game’s too big,” says he.
“No, indeed,” I told him. “Just dime chips, with a twenty-cent limit.”
“That ain’t bad,” he says.
“I wisht you would come out,” says I. “I know from what you tell me about your wife that my Missus would be crazy over her. And besides, it’s a good thing for a young couple to get away from the house once in a while. And we don’t only live twenty minutes’ ride from your place.”
“By George!” he says. “I’ll ask Marion. For one thing, I want to show her to you.”
“I’m wild to see her,” says I. “Tomorrow night?”
“I’ll call her up and then let you know,” says he.
And in fifteen minutes it was fixed.