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"Eighteen of 'em was professionals, and when de syndicate sold youse de house de professionals moved up to a house on Fourt' Street what de syndicate owns." Abe pulled his hat over his eyes and thrust his hands into his trousers' pockets. "S'enough, lady," he said; "I heard enough already." He turned to Morris. "Yes, Mawruss," he said bitterly. "You're right.

"In the fourt yeir of his regne, this nobill prince come to visie the madin Castell of Edinburgh. At this time, all the boundis of Scotland were ful of woddis, lesouris, and medois; for the countre wes more gevin to store of bestiall, than ony productioun of cornis; and about this castell was ane gret forest, full of haris, hindis, toddis, and siclike maner of beistis.

"Go on," cried Bonner breathlessly. "Well, Sam Welch come to me in Branigan's place one night that's in Fourt' Avenue an' says he's got a big job on. We went over to Davy Wolfe's house an' found him an' his mother the old fairy, you remember.

The boy nodded and disgorged a huge lump of toffee, whereat the toothache disappeared. "Dat's me fader," he said. "Fourt' floor front east. He ain't in, dough." "Your father!" Morris cried. "Why, the people I am coming to see they are greenhorns." "Oh, yeh," the youngster replied; "dat's me fader's uncle. He lives wid us." "All right," Morris said. "Take me up there."

"'Fine morning, old man, said I. "'Maybe you t'ink so, Major, replied the hobo, 'but you stan' out in de breeze long's I have in Fourt' of Chuly togs an' you'll have to have a long pipe dream to t'ink it's a fine mornin'. Say, pard, cup o' coffee an' a sinker wouldn't go bad. "I took the tramp to the lunch counter. I was hungry myself and told the waiter to give him what he wanted.

"What's that you are whistling?" he inquired; and Cesar smiled. "Tschaikovsky's Fourt' Symphony," he replied, and then he reached around to his hip-pocket. "See; I am got music." He handed a paper-covered miniature score to Geigermann, who opened it at random. "Ha!" Felix exclaimed as his eye lit on a familiar phrase in the last movement.

Whan he opened the buik, I saw him slip something oot atween the leaves o' 't, and crunkle 't up in 's han', luikin his greediest. Syne he read the twenty-third and fourt psalms. I cudna help watchin' him, and whan we gaed down upo' oor k-nees, I luikit roon efter him, and saw him pit something intil's breek-pooch. Weel, it stack to me. What say ye to that, Robert Bruce?"