She didn’t get him, but I did. What a boast!
All she said was, “I don’t like beeg men! I like your frien’.”
“Will ya take five francs and be happy?” Ben again.
She looked at me. “Ooo la la—I like heem ... yes.”
Ben was discouraged. “Go ahead, Leony. I’ll see you later.”
“But, my frien’ weel like you ... she likes beeg mans!”
“Combien?”
“Cinq francs ... if I esplain to her.”
Ben beamed again. “She better be good lookin’ an’ young, mam’selle, or I’ll take it outa yer hide!” Gee, the abuse these women stand! He was all ready to accompany the solicitous young thing, but I was panic-stricken and wouldn’t budge.
“Come, Leony. That’s fair enough fer a good lookin’ girl like her.”