“Grammar school!” exclaimed Hodge, as he passed the note on to Ephraim. “She should attend the primary! What a fool she must be!”
“Oh, I dunno!” grunted Ephraim. “She says Frank is all right. There ain’t northin’ foolish abaout that.”
“It is likely the poor girl has had no opportunities,” said Merry. “I am sorry for her.”
“Look out!” warned Hodge. “If you get up a feeling of sympathy for all the females who write you mash notes you’ll be in hot water. Every popular young actor has to dodge girls who want to steal him.”
“By thutter! I’ve notissed some of this comp’ny don’t do mutch dodgin’,” grinned Gallup.
“What do you mean?” asked Frank.
“Waal, they have mashes in ev’ry place they go to.”
“But they do not bother with the girls who get mashed on them?”
“Don’t they!”
“Do they?”