"What about a woman?" asked Kate, trying hard to say one thing and think another.
He opened his eyes: "I never thought much about that. A man can't fight a woman," he returned reflectively. "And I've yet to see one I could fool."
"What should you do," she asked, turning her back while she straightened her hat in the buffet mirror, "if you ever met one that fooled you?"
"No woman would ever take the trouble."
She laughed a little: "You never can tell."
"If a woman ever fooled me, she'd have to fool herself first—so she'd be the loser."
"What a philosopher!"
"First and last, I've been called a good many names—some full hard—but never a philosopher before."
Kate started for the front door: "Hold on a minute," he objected, "what's to do here while you're gone?"
"Serve coffee and sandwiches if anybody comes in. This time of day there's never anybody comes in."