The officer looked at me—“Newspaper man, I s’pose?”
“Yes,” I said.
“What paper?”
“The American.”
“It’s the best ever.”
“I think so—possibly with a few exceptions.”
“She’s the queerest lot yet, is this kid,” and the big bluecoat jerked his thumb toward the girl.
I suggested that we go to the restaurant across the way and get a bite of something to eat.
“I’m not hungry,” said the officer, “but the youngsters look as if they hadn’t et since day before yesterday.”
We lined up at the counter.