Mrs. Burkhardt's head went up. Her mouth had fallen open, her eyes brightening as they widened.
"Kit—when you goin' back?"
"To-morrow a week, honey—if I live through it."
"Could—you help me—your little lawyer—your—"
"Remember, I ain't advising—"
"Could you, Kit, and to—to get a start?"
"They say it of me there ain't a string in the Bijou Cafe that I can't pull my way."
"Could you, Kit? Would you?"
"I don't tell nobody how to run his life, Hanna. It's mighty hard to advise the other fellow about his own business. I don't want it said in this town, that's down on me, anyways, that Kit Scogin put ideas in Hanna Long's head."
"You didn't, Kit. They been there. Once I answered an ad. to join a county fair. I even sent money to a vaudeville agent in Cincinnati. I—"