replied. "Know Mrs. Olmstead a long time?" he asked.
"Ever since I was a little girl. She lived near us in Clev—"
"Cleveland," he finished. "State of Ohio," he added, laughingly. "I 'll get it all before I go."
"Indeed you won't!"
"Miss," interrupted the drummer, "if you ain't too busy, would you mind gettin' me a steak an' some coffee?" The tones were weighted with sarcasm and Sammy writhed in his chair. The girl flushed, turned abruptly and went slowly into the kitchen, from where considerable noise now emanated. In a short time she emerged with the drummer's order, placed it in front of him and started back again. But he stopped her. "I said I wanted it rare an' it's well done. An' also that I wanted fried potatoes. Take it back."
The girl's eyes blazed: "You gave no instructions," she retorted.
"Don't tell me that! I know what I said!" snapped the drummer. "I won't eat it an' I
