"That's jest what you said about grabbin' that Coney Island job this season."
"I couldn't help it that they cut out the pianner at the Concession, could I? The films ain't no more fun fer me than fer you, honey."
"It's pretty lonesome for a girl sitting here alone every night. It was bad enough before you took the twelve-to-two job; but I never have no evenin's nohow."
He looked at her with wide-open eyes.
"I didn't know you were sore, Lil—on the real, I didn't! I jest took that café job fer a few weeks to help along the surprise." His hand went to his hip-pocket.
"Oh," she said, her lips curling, "I'm sick of that line of talk."
"Lil!"
There was a count-five pause; and then the old cheeriness came back into his voice.
"I'm going to cut out the café job, anyway, now that—"
"Oh, never mind," she said, indifferently. "What's it matter whether you are home at twelve or two? I ain't had no evenin's for a good long time, anyhow."