“‘I MUST SEE HIM,’ SAID DOLLY”
The response was gratifyingly immediate.
The next morning Dolly’s mail contained Mr. Dooley’s card, which read as follows:
Mr. Dooley.
At Work.
Every Day. Archie Road.
“Which means?” said Dolly, tossing the card across the table to me.
“That if you want to see Dooley you’ll have to call upon him at his place of business. It’s a saloon, I believe,” I observed. “Or a club—most American saloons are clubs, I understand.”
“I wonder if there’s a ladies’ day there?” laughed Dolly. “If there isn’t, perhaps I’d better not.”