and wept on thirty-two hours in the twenty-four. They would betired out and as wet as muskrats all the time. What would heavenbe, to THEM? It would be a mighty good place to get out of--youknow that, yourself. Those are kind and gentle old Jews, but theyain't any fonder of kissing the emotional highlights of Brooklynthan you be. You mark my words, Mr. T.'s endearments are going to
