4/13 Hey, Tom! set out about a quart uh your _mildest_ for Daffy-down-Dilly. He's dry, clean down to his hand-made socks." Charming Billy, having found a match, held it unlighted in his fingers and watched the commotion from his perch on the bar. In the very midst of the clamor towered the melancholy Alexander P.Dill, and he was endeavoring to explain, in his quiet, grammatical fashion. A lull that must have been an accident carried the words clearly across to Charming Billy. I really don't care for anything in the way of refreshment. |