No white-goods buyer I know of ever had to build
white marble libraries or present a bread-line to the city to get rid of
his pin-money."
"I bet you was a cute little black-eyed, red-cheeked little youngster,
alrighty."
"I wasn't so worse. Like I tell Dee Dee, the way she's held me down and
indoors evenings, it's a wonder a kid like me grew up with any pep
at all."
"Poor little lady!"
"It's like Dee Dee says, though. I never was cut out for life behind the
counter. Gee! I'd soak my pillow in gasolene every night in the week if
it would make me dream I'm automobiling."
"Poor little lady!"
"Say, ain't it hot? With the Opening on Monday, they better get the fans
working. Last year three girls keeled. Honest, sometimes I think I'd
rather spend the summer under the daisies out on the hill than down here
in this basement."
"Don't I wish I had an auto to take you spinning in to-night."
"You ought to see the flier a friend of mine has got. A Mercury Six with
a limousine top like a grand-opera box."
"Your--your--friend?"
"Yes. He's that slick-looking, little fat fellow that's a cousin to
Mamie Grant up in the ready-to-wears. He was down here talking to me the
other day.
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