“Well, Molly, you do like to hear ’em talk. I wish they knew how to cook a good club steak.”
“I brought up a book from the village for you to-day,” said Mrs. Harrigan, sternly.
“I’ll bet a dollar it’s on how to keep the creases in a fellow’s pants.”
“Trousers.”
“Pants,” helping himself to the last of the romaine. “What time do you go over?”
“At nine. We must be getting ready now,” said Nora. “Don’t wait up for us.”
“And only one cigar,” added the mother.
“Say, Molly, you keep closing in on me. Tobacco won’t hurt me any, and I get a good deal of comfort out of it these days.”
“Two,” smiled Nora.
“But his heart!”