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"
When
?
"
"
When
we
are
rich
.
"
"
When
is
that
?
"
"
Soon
.
I
’
m
going
to
teach
you
to
wear
shoes
.
"
"
Will
you
light
your
cigars
with
ten
-
dollar
bills
?
"
"
Twenties
.
"
"
I
like
you
.
"
"
Shucks
,
ma
’
am
.
You
oughten
to
say
that
.
You
plumb
embarrass
me
.
"
Not
long
ago
the
owners
of
the
Foremaster
installed
bow
windows
on
the
street
,
with
small
square
panes
of
bottle
glass
,
designed
to
make
the
place
look
old
and
authentic
—
and
it
did
so
look
—
but
people
sitting
inside
at
the
tables
had
their
faces
altered
by
the
warping
glass
.
One
face
would
be
all
jaw
,
another
one
big
vacant
eye
,
but
it
all
added
to
the
age
and
the
authenticity
of
the
old
Foremaster
and
so
did
the
geraniums
and
lobelias
in
the
window
boxes
.
Margie
was
waiting
for
us
,
hostess
to
her
fingertips
.
She
introduced
her
companion
,
a
Mr
.
Hartog
of
New
York
,
sun
-
lamp
tanned
and
set
with
teeth
like
an
ear
of
Country
Gentleman
.
Mr
.
Hartog
looked
wrapped
and
shellacked
,
but
he
answered
all
sentences
with
an
appreciative
laugh
.
That
was
his
contribution
and
it
wasn
’
t
a
bad
one
.
