“Mary stood up for the girl. The man made a pass at her. Mary grabbed a heavy chair and told him to stand off or she’d crown him. He stepped in and she made good—smashed the chair over his head.”
“Good stuff!” Jimmie exclaimed.
“That’s Mary,” John sighed. “Regular red-head. But all I’ve got to say is, she’s usually on the right side of every argument.” Once again he lapsed into silence.
“John,” said Jimmie after a time, “did you go to college?”
“College?” John started. “Oh! Sure!”
“Graduate?”
“Yes, of course. Most people who get anywhere at all these days do, I guess.
“Worked my way,” he added after a brief pause.
“You did? Was it hard?” Jimmie asked.
“No—o. Not hard. In fact, I think it was the softest four years of my life. Work four or five hours a day, play and study the rest. What more could you ask?”