He nodded.
"Yes—Denver."
"Seeing New York, eh? Great fun, ain't it?"
He shrugged his massive shoulders and made no reply, finding more amusement in watching the crowd than in gratifying the curiosity of this chatterbox. She turned to Warner.
"Got a grouch, ain't he?"
Warner laughed.
"Oh—that's his manner. Don't mind him." Turning the conversation, he demanded: "What's new?"
The girl glanced all around the restaurant, as she answered:
"Oh, the same old thing! In feather one week—broke the next. You know how it is."
"I thought you were playing."