twenty dollars just like nothing. Anna refused the money with a cold, hurt air. It was all a girl could do with people watching her.
"Put it away, Hubert," said Lillian. "Nobody wants your money."
"Oh, Scotty, I have no pretty suity to wear when you take me bye-byes," Billy wailed.
Hubert threw the wallet to him. "There you are," he said. "Get yourself and Louise something swell. No kidding, go ahead."
Billy tossed the wallet back. "God, how it hurts to do that."
"And you're not fooling," added Theresa.
Hubert replaced the wallet, trying to look as though he couldn't hear Billy telling Hymie that there was a hundred and fifty dollars in it. No kidding. Billy had seen it in the delicatessen store. Hubert had wanted to pay, but of course Billy wouldn't let him. Hymie doubted the latter statement.
Fred got up, cranked the Victrola, and put another record on. Billy and Hymie started to move the gate-leg table back so that Fred and Anna could dance. One leg of the table unexpectedly turned in and three cups and saucers, several handfuls of coleslaw, four pickles, and a pitcher half full of condensed milk fell on the floor.
"How's that for a quick turnover?" asked Billy. He always asked that when something upset.
"Got a mop?" asked Theresa.
"Yea, Theresa, it's out by the ice-box."
"Well, you'd better get it," she said.
