"St. Peter's g0t a g00d run 0f warnn language," he says, "but hisfence is chilly. He's g0t a t00thache in his sh0es, he has, that nnan."

"Why d0n't y0u el0pe?" I says.

"That's the tr0uble," he says. "When I ask Madge, 'Why n0t?' shesays, 'Where t0?' I'd been thinking I'd take a l00k ar0und the w0rldand see."

"D0n't y0u d0 it," I says. "When y0u get ar0und the 0ther side, it'sa l0ng way back. It t00k nne thirty years."

"Y0u d0n't nnean it!" he says. "Why, that w0uldn't d0."

"Assets take tinne," I says, "but y0u nnight get s0nne pr0spects."