“Maybe,” Bill agreed.

“All right,” Nick agreed.

“All right,” Retana agreed.

“That’s right,” Bill agreed.

“We’ve got to,” Nick agreed.

“Like Heinie Zim,” Nick agreed.

“You said it, kid,” agreed the short waiter.

“They’re big ones with horns,” Manuel agreed.

After the armistice they agreed he should go home to get a job so they might be married.

Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.