"Still you'll likely settle down here and get married at last," said Evan, soberly.
"No chance,"—haughtily. "Do you think I would have one of these dubs around here?"
"What's the matter with them?"
"Oh, they're slow. When I get married I'm going to have a smart, up-to-date fellow."
Evan had a smile ready for her when she looked at him. She colored radiantly.
"I must go," she said, rising, and skipped away, not to be stopped this time.
A few minutes later the acting-manager came out with a highly illustrated magazine.
"Say, Bo," he yawned, "things are getting pretty thick. You can't do much on that $250, you know."
Evan laughed.
"A bank fellow's not in much danger," he said.