along and both their mother-in-laws. The shirt he had on was the one he’d started from home with, if he lived in Yokohama. His womenfolks wore mournin’ with a touch o’ gravy here and there.
“You order for us, Jake,” says one o’ the ladies.
So Jake grabbed the bill o’ fare and his wife took the slip and pencil and waited for the dictation.
“Let’s see,” he says. “How about oyster cocktail?”
“Yes,” says the three Mrs. Black.
“Four oyster cocktails, then,” says Jake, “and four orders o’ bluepoints.”
“The oysters is nice, too,” says I.
They all give me a cordial smile and the ice was broke.
“Everything’s good here,” says Jake.
“I bet you know,” I says.
He seemed pleased at the compliment and went on dictatin’.
“Four chicken soups with rice,” he says, “and four o’ the bluefish and four veal chops breaded and four roast chicken and four boiled potatoes—”
But it seemed his wife would rather have sweet potatoes.
“All right,” says Jake; “four boiled potatoes and four sweets. And chicken salad and some o’ that tapioca puddin’ and ice-cream and tea. Is that satisfactory?”
“Fine!” says one o’ the mother-in-laws.
“Are you goin’ to stay long?” says Mrs. Jake to my Missus.