“Why can't you?”
“A date,” she said.
“Who's the bloke?”
“None of your business, Charley Long. I've got a date, that's all.”
“I'll make it my business. Remember that lah-de-dah bookkeeper rummy? Well, just keep on rememberin' him an' what he got.”
“I wish you'd leave me alone,” she pleaded resentfully. “Can't you be kind just for once?”
The blacksmith laughed unpleasantly.
“If any rummy thinks he can butt in on you an' me, he'll learn different, an' I'm the little boy that'll learn 'm.—Friday night, eh? Where?”
“I won't tell you.”
“Where?” he repeated.