He pushed back the cap with the gilt wreath on it, and I could see his red hair shinin' like a sunset.
"'Here,' says he to the hack driver, 'take these--this pair of salads to the--what d'ye call it ?--the Golconda House, wherever on top of the pavement that is.

And mind you, deliver 'em safe and don't let the truck horses get a bite at 'em.

And at half-past eight to-night you call for 'em and bring 'em here,' handin' up the card he'd written on.
"''Tis the address of my house, I'm givin',' he says, turnin' to Jonadab.

'I'll be off duty then and we'll have dinner and talk about old times.

To think of you landin' in Silver Pete's pool room! Dear! dear! Why, Cap'n Wixon, barrin' that your whiskers are a bit longer and a taste grayer, I'd 'a' known you anywheres.