He was a smal little grey man and Mrs. She waited for him in the lobby of the Schenley. He de-cided he'd better go over to Brooklyn to say goodby to the old people. He put the bottle of scotch in his overcoat pocket and went round to Frank and Joe's for a cocktail.
It felt good the way the lace and silk tore under his hands. Sure enough there was a big table set out with cold salmon and lobstersalad and a Filipino butler opening When he went off duty he'd walk home achingly tired through the straw-berryscented early Parisian morning When they were drinking coffee the orchestra beganto play polkas and people began to dance among the tables encouraged by cries of Ah Polkaah aaah from the violinist.
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