Edith and John: A Story of Pittsburgh

by Franklin Smith Farquhar

"Yes," without a wrinkle.

"We must celebrate that tomorrow night—When?"

"At once," without a crack.

"Bully! We must celebrate that the next night—Who?"

"You," without a wink.

"No!"

"Yes," without a twinkle.

"Whee! We'll celebrate that the next night—Where?"

"At the Bottomless Pit," with a microscopic smile. "Be at my room at nine p. m."

"With joy, old boy; I'll be with you! Hah, you're no two-spot!" With this Welty expired, almost, over his good feelings that his promotion brought over him.