"So that's the size of the fish you went out and landed!"
"I didn't! I didn't! He's been asking me out the last three trips, and post-cards in between, but I never thought nothing of it."
"Why, he can't get away with this!"
"Why?"
"They won't stand for it out in that Middle West town. He's the head of a big business. He's got a grown daughter."
"He's got her fixed, Kess—settled on her."
"Hattie Becker, Mrs. I.W. Goldstone! Gad! can you beat it? Can't you just see me, when I come out to St. Louis pretty soon, having dinner out at Mrs. I.W. Goldstone's house? Say, am I seeing things?"
"What'll I do, Kess? What'll I do?"
"I tell you that you can't get away with it, girl. The old man's getting childish; they'll have to have him restrained. Why, the woman he was married to for twenty years, Lenie Goldstone, never even seen a skirt-dance. I remember once he brought her to New York and then wouldn't let her see a cabaret show. He won't even buy sleeveless models for his French room."
"I tell you, Kess, he'll take me to Jersey to-morrow and marry me, if I give the word."