Donald could not suppress a smile as he got in beside him, and noticed the grandeur of his toilet.
“You are getting awfully dressy these days, old chap. Who's the girl?”
“You know who it is.”
“You surely don't mean Connie Queerington! Now, Wick, you want to go slow and not trifle with that girl. The first thing you know she will be falling in love with you.”,
Noah's lip stiffened. “If you would leave her alone perhaps she might.”
“What am I doing?”
“The same thing you've always done. Going with a girl just long enough to spoil her for every other fellow, then going off and forgetting all about her.”
Donald looked in amazement at the angry face beside him.
“What in thunder do you mean by that, Wick?”
“What I say. I guess it hasn't been so long ago that we've both forgotten another instance.”