'I''II take ham and eggs ,' the man called Al said . He wore a derby hat and a black overcoat buttoned across the chest, His face was small and white and he had tight lips , He wore a silk muffler and gloves ,
'Give me bacon and eggs ,' said the other man . He was about the same size as Al, Their faces were different,but they were dressed like twins, Both wore overcoats too tight for them, They sat leaning forward ,their elbows on the counter .
'Got anything to drink ?'Al asked.
'Silver beer, bevo,ginger-ale,' George said.
'I mean you got anything to drink?'
'Just those I said.'
'This is a hot town,' said the other. 'What do they call it?'
'Ever hear of it?' Al asked his friend.
'No,' said the friend.
'What do you do here nights?'Al asked.
'They eat the dinner ,' his friend said. 'They all com here and eat the big dinner.'\
'That's right,' George said.
'So you think that's right?' Al asked George.
'You're a pretty bright boy, aren't you?'
'Sure, said George.
'Well, you're not,' said the other little man. 'Is he, Al?'
'He's dumb,' said Al. He turned to Nick. 'What's your name?'
'Another bright boy,' Al said, 'Ain't he a bright boy, Max?'
'The town's full of bright boys,' Max said.
George ;put the two platters, one of ham and eggs,the other of bacon and eggs, on the counter. He set down two side-dishes of fried potatoes and closed the wicket into the kitchen.
'Which is yours?' he asked AL.
'Don't you remember?'
'Ham and eggs.'
'Just a bright boy,' Max said. He leaned forward and took the ham and eggs. Both men ate with their gloves on. George watched them eat.
'What are you looking at?' Max looked at George.
'The hell you were. You were looking at me.'
'Maybe the boy meant it for a joke, Max,' Al said .
'you den't have to laugh,' Max said to him. 'You don't have to laugh at all, see?'
'All right ,' said George.
'So he thinks it's all right.' Max turned to Al. 'He thinks it's all right. That's a good one.'
'Oh, he's a thinker,' Al said. They went on eating.
'What's the bright boy's bane down the counter?' Al asked Max.
'Hey, bright boy,' Max said to Nick . 'You go around on the other side of the counter with you boy friend.'
'What's the idea?' Nick asked.
'There isn't ant idea.'
'You better go around, bright boy,' Al said. Nick went around behind the counter.
'What's the idea?' George asked.
'None of your damn business,' Al said 'who's out in the kitchen?'
'The nigger .'
'What do you mean the nigger?'
'They nigger that cook.'
'Tell him to come in.'
'Where do you think you are?'
'We know damn well where we are,' the man called Max said. 'Do we look silly?'
'You talk silly,' Al said to him. 'What the hell do you argue with this kid for? Listen,' he said to George, 'tell the nigger to come out here.'
'What are you going to do to him?
nothing. Use your head, bright boy. What would we do to a nigger?'
George opened the slit that opened back into the kitchen.
'Sam,' the called. 'Come in here a minute.'
The door to the kitchen opened and the nigger came in.
'What was it?' he asked. The two men at the counter took a look at him.