Nora. It is, mem.
Miss C. And did any one call for me, at the door or the phone?
Nora. Niver a sowl, Miss, (to Mrs. C.) Plaze mem, may I have me avenin’ out tonight, instid av tomorry?
Mrs. C. Why, I don’t know. Why?
Nora. It’s invited out I am, by me young man, mem.
Mrs. C. But you told me you had no followers.
Nora. No more I did, thin, but I hev one now. He called me on the phone, and I said I’d go. I must, mem, if I lose me place.
Mrs. C. What does he do, Nora?
Nora. He’s a perliceman, I belave, mem, and he has a swate way av making love over the phone. Sure, and I didn’t know yez could kiss through those little boxes.
Miss C. Oh! But where is he going to take you, Nora?