“But he won’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t call.”
Frank stared at Bob in amazement.
“Won’t call?” he gasped.
“That’s it. I’d feel worse than a cat in a strange garret. I’m not used to high-toned society.”
“But look what it might be worth to you.”
“I don’t want anything for doing a nice girl like her a little service.”
“Well you’re the queerest!”
“Maybe I am. But, say, I’m downright sorry I broke the three-legged thing.”