“Hello, Tommy, how did you make out?”
“Complete success!”
“Great-oh!” And Rivington made a mis-cue.
“Great-oh!” echoed Rivington's opponent. “Thank you, Tommily.”
Rivington approached Tommy and shook hands warmly. “Did he take the whole cheese?”
“Yes. He's a brick! And, say, we are to meet Marion at five at Sherry's.”
“What for?”
“I'm going back to Dayton to-night.”
“Are you crazy?” exclaimed Rivington, stepping back in alarm.
“I work for a living, lad,” said Tommy, paternally.