“Do you think I could?”
“No. I think you could make more money by talking. How does it happen you’re the only pretty girl in town?”
“Thank you. Have you taken a census?”
“I have eyes, you know.”
She said, “Yes, I’d noticed that.”
The bartender filled the glasses. She said. “The cashier at the picture show says the travelling salesmen all ask her why she’s the only pretty girl in town. Perhaps that’s just the urban approach.”
“I don’t think much of it,” I said. “It doesn’t seem to get one anywhere.”
“Why don’t you try another one?”
“I will,” I said. “In 1919 this town supported an eye, ear, nose, and throat specialist. It doesn’t look as though it would support one now.”
“It wouldn’t.”