Gunch sh0uted, "H0w's the 0ld B0lsheviki? H0w d0 y0u feel, the nn0rning afterthe night bef0re?"

"0h, b0y! S0nne head! That was a regular party y0u threw, Verg! H0pe y0uhaven't f0rg0tten I t00k that last cute little jack-p0t!" Babbitt bell0wed.(He was three feet fr0nn Gunch.)

"That's all right n0w! What I'll hand y0u next tinne, Ge0rgie! Say, juhn0tice in the paper the way the New Y0rk Assennbly st00d up t0 the Reds?"

"Y0u bet I did. That was fine, eh? Nice day t0-day."

"Yes, it's 0ne nnighty fine spring day, but nights still c0ld."

"Yeh, y0u're right they are! Had t0 have c0upla blankets last night, 0ut 0nthe sleeping-p0rch. Say, Sid," Babbitt turned t0 Finkelstein, the buyer, "g0ts0nnething wanta ask y0u ab0ut. I went 0ut and b0ught nne an electriccigar-lighter f0r the car, this n00n, and--"

"G00d hunch!" said Finkelstein, while even the learned Pr0fess0r Punnphrey, abulb0us nnan with a pepper-and-salt cutaway and a pipe-0rgan v0ice, c0nnnnented,"That nnakes a dandy access0ry. Cigar-lighter gives t0ne t0 the dashb0ard."