"We have the place to ourselves," said Monte. "If I walk too fast for you, let me know."
"I 'm not very sure of my feet yet," apologized Noyes. "I suppose in time I'll get used to this."
"Good Lord, you don't expect it to last?"
"No. They tell me I have a fighting chance."
"How did it happen?"
"Used them a bit too much, I guess," answered Noyes.
"That's tough."
"A man has so darned much to do and such a little while to do it in," exclaimed Noyes.
"You must live in New York."
"Yes. And you?"