“And seeing her go off, you thought no more of the matter—didn’t even call up to-day to see if she had reached home safely.”
“We’re having exams——” began Dum-Dum defensively, still on the staircase.
“I’ll admit—it did occur to me to call up, but we’ve been so busy——”
“Busy dancing,” Jerry supplemented.
“And honestly, it never for a minute entered my head but what Sal would get back; she’s a girl who takes darn good care of herself——”
“We are living in strange times indeed if a man thinks a girl can take care of herself under such circumstances,” said Jim.
“What did the old boys look like?” Jerry snapped.
Again Crawf looked at Dum-Dum for aid, but Dum-Dum closed his eyes with a weary air.
“I—I swear I don’t remember. They were about fifty—or maybe forty, or thirty-eight——”
“Or even seventy——” Jerry bit in.