“It’s ours fer t’night.”
“Aw, my opinion is, they’re only two birds from the country, who dropped in to see the city, and took this fer a dance hall.”
“That’s a laugh. Let’s see if we can razz ’em a bit!”
“How, Clara?”
“Pretend we’ve got flasks in our pockets, and cigarettes.”
“No,” replied Queenie, authoritatively; “then we’d be out of luck for a place to meet the rest of the year. Miss Winthrop’d never stand for that.”
“If we told her it was only a joke——”
“All wrong, Clara. You’ve got a head, but it’s only good to keep your hat on. Fire something else——”
“Can’t think of nuthin’——”
But Marjorie and Lily had listened to enough; they rose and crossed the gymnasium to the door-way.