Auntie Yetta interrupted us. "I'm off," she said, rising to go. "I can safely leave you in their hands, Mr. Levinsky. They'll take care of you," she said, with a wink, as she departed
"You haven't answered my question," I said to Miss Lazar
"What was it?"
"She has a poor memory, don't you know," laughed a girl in a yellow shirt-waist. She was not pretty, but she had winning blue eyes and her yellow waist became her. "Mr. Levinsky wants to know if you're going to catch him with a net or with a trap."
"And how about yourself?" I demanded. "What sort of tools have you?"
"Oh, I don't think I have a chance with a big fish like yourself," she replied
Her companions laughed
"Well, that's only her way of fishing," said Miss Lazar. "She tells every fellow she has no chance with him. That's her way of getting started. You'd better look out, Mr. Levinsky."
"And her way is to put on airs and look as if she could have anybody she wanted," retorted the one of the blue eyes
"Stop, girls," said a third, who was also interesting. "If we are going to give away one another's secrets there'll be no chance for any of us."