Then she comes
behind the counter herself and fixes up a drink to suit the occasion.
She's all sorts of fancies about what's what for all kinds of times and
conditions, and you bet she can just hit the spot! Ain't a clerk here
can put up a drink to touch her. She's a sort of knack at it. Every once
in a while, when the Boss sees her, he calls out to her to mix him a
drink."
"And does she?" asked the man with an interested grin.
"Well, I guess! But first she goes back and sees how long it is since
he's had a drink. What he drank last. How warm he is. When he ate last.
Then she comes here and mixes a glass of fizz with a little touch of
acid, and a bit of cherry, lemon, grape, pineapple, or something sour
and cooling, and it hits the spot just as no spot was ever hit before.
I honestly believe that the INTEREST she takes in it is half the
trick, for I watch her closely and I can't come within gunshot of her
concoctions. She has a running bill here. Her father settles once a
month. She gives nine-tenths of it away. Hardly ever touches it herself,
but when she does she makes me mix it.
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