"Take it easy, Tex," advised Oscar. "She's taller than you are."
"I like them tall," Tex answered. "Watch me."
He sauntered over to the young woman. Matt and Oscar could not hear his opening remark, but it did not offend her, for she laughed. Then she looked him up and down with cool amusement and spoke. Her voice carried quite clearly. "I am married and at least ten years older than you are. I never pick up cadets."
Tex appeared to tuck his tail between his legs and slunk back toward his friends. He started to say, fiercely, "Well, you can't rule a guy out for try-," when the woman called out:
"Wait a moment! All three of you." She came up to them and looked from Matt to Oscar, "You are youngsters, aren't you?"
"Youngster cadets, yes, ma'am," answered Oscar.
She fumbled in her jewelled pouch. "If you want to have some fun and meet some younger girls, you might try this address." She handed Oscar a card.
He looked startled and said, "Thank you, ma'am."
"Not at all." She moved away and managed to lose herself in the crowd at once.
"What does it say?" demanded Matt.