"Will you be paid for to-day?" I asked.
"No, there's nothin' doin' to-day," he answered.
"Had any work this week?"
"Nothin' much this week. There ain't much doin' at the shop. I won't get
paid this week."
"Well," I continued, "the little feller is free till Monday, anyhow.
Take him down to Coney to-morrow. And see here, Abraham, just _spend_
that dollar. Be a good sport." He grinned. "Take the little feller along
and sit on the sand, and if there is anything you want to see, no matter
if it costs five cents or ten cents, you go in and see it. Have a real
good time. Something for the little fellow to remember."
He smiled out of his eyes a heaven-born smile.
"Thank you."
"Never mind that, just do as I say. And Monday you go to court with him.
I'll see what I can do."
"You bet I will. I'll take the little feller down there to-morrow. You
ought to see him, Mister. Some time I'll bring him in here."
He shook hands and turned to open the door. As it closed behind him,
there echoed faintly through the transom:
"Just wait till you see that little feller!"