"Not a bit. I'm only going to stay a minute. Anyhow, this thing is warm as toast.... Yes, isn't it like old times?"
"Got your lessons for to-morrow?"
She laughed. "All but my Cæsar. You'll help me with that, in the morning, won't you?"
"Sure—if you'll make some cushions for my bobs."
"I will. Guy—how's Lucy Harper?"
"She's all right. How's Bob Fields?"
"Oh, I don't care for him, now!" She tossed her head.
He kept up the play. "Like Dave Strong better, huh? He's a softy."
"He isn't. Oh, Guy—I heard you had a new girl."
"New girl nothing. Don't care for girls."