No, this was
going to be the real thing--a record performance, even for these
pre-prohibition times.
Ferris fed the collie and shut him into the kitchen, pending his
own return from Hampton. If Link were going to become blissfully
and helplessly drunk, as he had every hope of being, someone
might take advantage of his condition to steal his precious dog.
Therefore Chum was best left safe at home. This Link explained
very carefully to the interestedly listening collie. And Chum,
with head and brush a-droop, walked meekly into the kitchen at
his master's behest.
Link set off for the village, happy in the feeling that his home
was so well guarded and that he would find a loving friend
waiting to welcome him on his return. What with ready money and a
real friend and the prospect of getting whole-souledly drunk the
world was not such a rotten place to live in after all!
As a rule, on these occasions, Ferris first went to the Hampton
store. There he was wont to cash his check, pay his longstanding
bill, order his new supplies--and then, with a free heart, sally
forth to the Hampton tavern.
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