of ever running an elevator. Finally he says I was all right.
“I’ll order you some bourbon,” he says. “Anything else?”
I was goin’ to say no, but I happened to remember that the Wife generally always wants a bronix before dinner. So I had to also put in a bid for a bottle o’ gin and bottles o’ the Vermouth brothers, Tony and Pierre. It wasn’t till later that I appreciated what a grand law this here law was. When I got my drinks I paid ten cents apiece for ’em for service, besides payin’ for the bottles o’ stuff to drink. And, besides that, about every third highball or bronix I ordered, the waiter’d bring back word that I was just out of ingredients and then they’d be another delay w’ile they sent to the garage for more. If they had that law all over the country they’d soon be an end o’ drinkin’, because everybody’d get so mad they’d kill each other.
My cross-examination had took quite a long time, but when I got to my room the Wife wasn’t back from lunch yet and I had to cover the Marathon route all over again and look her up. We only had the one key to the room, and o’ course couldn’t expect no more’n that at the price.
The Missus had bought one o’ the daily programs they get out and she knowed just what we had to do the rest o’ the day.
“For the next couple hours,” she says, “we can suit ourself.”
“All right,” says I. “It suits me to take off my shoes and lay down.”
“I’ll rest, too,” she says; “but at half past four we have to be in the Coconut Grove for tea and dancin’. And then we come back to the room and dress for dinner. Then we eat and then we set around till the evenin’ dance starts. Then we dance till we’re ready for bed.”
“Who do we dance all these dances with?” I ast her.
“With whoever we get acquainted with,” she says.