"Ha, ha. Well, glad to hear that."
"Say, could you cash a check for me?"
"Sure. Wouldn't be the first one I cashed for you."
"It sure would not. This is a little large though. Three hundred and fifteen dollars."
"Oh, say, I'm sorry, Mr. Cory, I really am. I haven't got that much."
"Gee, and it's too late for the bank and here I am flat broke. I wanted to take Mrs. Cory to a show tonight, too. The poor girl just wanted to see one tonight. It's so long since she's been able to go."
"Well, now, that's too bad. Say, I could let you have some money, Mr. Cory. How much would do you?"
"Twenty or twenty-five would be great."
"All right. Here's twenty-five. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, yes, twenty-five. I hope that'll help you."
"Oh, that'll be fine. I'll be in tomorrow to see you about it."
"No hurry, Mr. Cory, no hurry. I won't lose any sleep worrying about it. Ha, ha."
"Ha, ha," echoed Hubert.
He went across the street. He looked back at the butcher shop and saw the obliging little butcher standing in his doorway. He looked clean and cheerful there. Nice fellow. Probably rolling in money. Sure, all those guys were rolling in money. Well, maybe not rolling, but they got along all right. Hubert decided that when things were breaking right again he'd bring the butcher a couple of good cigars and the twenty-five bucks and tell how broke he'd been and how the big check had just been a stall. They'd have a good laugh together
