“You ain’t mad at me, are you, Dick?” she asked tremulously.
“Holtzer been here?” bruskly interrupted her visitor with no apparent relevance.
“Yes,” said Mary Ellen.
“What did you tell him?”
“I—I—I told him ‘No.’”
Fireman Carter passed his hand over his forehead, then drew out a newspaper, saying: “You’ve read this, ain’t you?”
“Yes.”
“More especially this?” reading aloud the most laudatory paragraph.
Mary Ellen was not feazed by such flagrant egotism.
“Beautiful!” she said dreamily. “Just beautiful!”