“It’s an unscrupulous sort of charity, then,” Nancy mused, “if it’s masquerading as self-respecting and self-supporting. I—I’ve never approved of things like that.”
“Why quarrel with a scheme so beneficent?”
“Don’t you care?” Nancy asked with a catch in her voice that was very like an appeal.
He shook his head.
“Why should I?” he smiled.
“Then I don’t care, either,” she decided with an emphasis that was entirely lost on the man on the other side of the table.
CHAPTER VII
Cave-man Stuff
“Cave-man stuff,” Billy said to Dick, pointing a thumb over his shoulder toward the interior of the Broadway moving-picture palace at the exit of which they had just met accidentally. “It always goes big, doesn’t it?”