“Go-an.”
“Sure. He asked me to ride home with him an' I did.”
“Got in the machine with him?”
“Sure!”
“You fool! You young fool!”
Goodness! I was unprepared for such comment.
“What did he do to ya?”
“Nothin'. An' he wants me to go to dinner with him. What'll I say?”
Both pondered. “Sure,” said Minnie, “I b'lieve in a girl gettin' all that's comin' to her, but all I want to tell ya is, chauffeurs are a bad lot—the worst, I tell ya.”
“You said it!” nodded fat Annie, as if years of harrowing experience lay behind her. “He was all right to ya the first time so as to lure you out the next.”