Chapter 21
Pennoyer, coming home one morning with two gigantic cakes to accompany the coffee at the breakfast in the den, saw a young man bounce from a horse car. He gave a shout. "Hello, there, Billie! Hello!" "Hello, Penny!" said Hawker. "What are you doing out so early?" It was somewhat after nine o'clock. "Out to get breakfast," said Pennoyer, waving the cakes. "Have a good time, old man?" "Do much work?" "No. Not so much. How are all the people?" "Oh, pretty good. Come in and see us eat breakfast," said Pennoyer, throwing open the door of the den. Wrinkles, in his shirt, was making coffee. Grief sat in a chair trying to loosen the grasp of sleep. "Why, Billie Hawker, b'ginger!" they cried. "How's the wolf, boys? At the door yet?" "'At the door yet?' He's halfway up the back stairs, and co
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