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“The drinks for us,” said Corny “me and my friend.”

“You're a queer feller,” said the lady’s late escort — “lick a man and then want to set ’em up.”

“You're my best friend,” said Corny exultantly. “You don’t understand? Well, listen. You just put me wise to somethin’. I been playin’ gent a long time, thinkin’ it was just the glad rags I had and nothin’ else. Say — you’re a swell, ain’t you? Well, you trot in that class, I guess. I don’t; but I found out one thng — I’m a gentleman, by — and I know it now. What’ll you have to drink?”