“I am the unfortunate holder of that,” said Greenwich Place. “I’d just been reading Anthony Hope and Mr. Dooley. The result is a composite, which I will read.”
“What do you call it, Mr. Place?” asked the stenographer.
“Well, I don’t know,” replied Greenwich. “I guess ‘A Dooley Dialogue’ about describes it.”
VIII
DOLLY VISITS CHICAGO
Being the substance of a Dooley dialogue dreamed by Greenwich Place, Esq.
“I must see him,” said Dolly, rising suddenly from her chair and walking to the window. “I really must, you know.”
“Who?” I asked, rousing myself from the lethargy into which my morning paper had thrust me. It was not grammatical of me—I was somewhat under the influence of newspaper English—but Dolly is quick to understand. “Must see who?” I continued.