“Will you really?” Queenie beamed in appreciation.
“I will—if you’ll let me come to see you and tell you all about anything I find.”
She blushed in genuine surprise.
“You mean you actually want to see me, when you could be spending your time with girls like Miss Wilkinson?”
The young man laughed heartily.
“I can like you both, can’t I?” he suggested.
“Of course, unless you was—I mean were—plannin’ to go steady with her.”
Again he laughed.
“I’m not planning to go steady as you say with anybody at present. I’m too busy and too poor!”
Queenie looked at him timidly. “I want to ask you something,” she faltered, “What would you say instead of ‘goin’ steady’ with a girl? It seemed to strike you funny.”