He slid the box back to her. "Where else'd I be?" he asked, laughing. "Ain't that right, Horace!?" he called to the bartender. "I'mma be 'ere erry day!"<br/><br/>The bartender, Horace, apparently, just sighed. "I long for the day when you aren't," he said, as a bit of good-natured ribbing.<br/><br/>"See? Be right 'ere, when you gets yer gold."