“Well, it just wasn’t. What do you think Eleanor is? A man wouldn’t take a NICE girl to the Yellow Mill.”
“Why—why Walter, you don’t know any other kind, do you?”
“Say, don’t judge everybody by yourself.”
“Well—what happened?”
“I told you what happened. The cops came in and the music stopped and some of the girls sort of screamed and then the cops started looking for booze.”
“Did you have any?”
“Well of course we had had some, but by the time——”
“Oh, Walter!”
“Gosh, don’t you think a fellow has to have a drink sometimes? By the time they came we had finished it.”
“What was it?”