"It's grand to be in a real place after those awful one-night stands," sighed Pinkie. "But I'm afraid I won't really enjoy it—I'm on a diet."
"What?" inquired Flossie.
"I'm reducing," insisted Pinkie, sadly.
"Why didn't you go on a diet last week when you were broke?" demanded Flossie. "Now, you are here as my guest, and if you don't eat I'll be insulted. Just wait until I introduce you to Mr. Zinsheimer."
"I'm just dying to meet him," said Pinkie, demurely. "Feathers, isn't it?"
"One of the biggest importers in New York," said Flossie, proudly. "He's a real gentleman. Nothing but wine."
"I know I shall like him," repeated Pinkie.
Flossie peered at her chum suspiciously, and then laughed.
"Well, don't like him too much. I saw him first."
Pinkie's large eyes almost filled with tears.