"Oh, look, Ad. We got to get a new back for your chair. The stuffin's all poking through the velvet."
"So it is, Eddie. It's a good thing you got your raise, with all these new-fangled dangles we need."
"To-night's his lodge night. He never came home till three—till three o'clock, lodge nights."
"There you go, Goldie—back on the subject, makin' yourself sick."
"Gee!"
"What's the matter, Goldie?"
"To-night's his lodge. I could go now and get my things while he ain't there—couldn't I?"
"Swell! I'll take you, Goldie, and wait outside for you."
"Eddie, can't you see she ain't in any condition to go running round nights? There's plenty time yet, Goldie. You can wear my shirt-waists and things. Wait till—"
"I got to get it over with, Addie; and daytimes Eddie's working, and I'd have to go alone. I—I don't want to go alone."