Fred
Oh! Eddie Crowell used to pretty near live on the billiard table. Then finally his health broke down and he went out West somewheres. I couldn’t tell you now if he’s dead or alive.
He comes back to vital matters.
Edna
It’s funny how we lose track of people. Some of the girls I used to go with, they still live there yet, but I never look any of them up, except Gertie Hutton. I guess it’s terrible of me not to, because if a person’s got good friends, they ought to keep them.
Fred
I certainly got good ones. They showed that last night, at the banquet.
He has finally managed to bring that up.
Edna
Were you at a banquet?
Fred
I had to be. It was me they give it for. I mean, I was the guest of honor.
Edna
How exciting!
Fred
It was a farewell testimonial on account of me going to New York. And then this afternoon ten or eleven of them come down to the station, and Ernie Butler had a hangover and bought me this seat in the parlor car; he said it would be a disgrace for me to ride in the day coach with this new bag.
He indicates a shining yellow suitcase at his side.