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Mollie and Gretchen, the Landsmann waitresses, were gossipping. It was about eight o’clock, the next morning. Above the rattle of dishes in the kitchen, this is what one might have overheard:
“Yes, I saw her with him.”
“So did I a few nights ago.”
“They must go out every night.”
“Of course! She’s out every night since he’s back. Who else would she go with?”
“It’s just like her.”
“Yes! I always said she’d go back to ’im.”
“It was me said that.”
“Maybe you did, but I said it first. She’s a fine girl to be workin’ in an honest place like this to be goin’ out with a common prize-fighter.”