"Then suppose you go to some amusement with me, Mr. Palmer?"
"With pleasure," said the elder clerk, brightening up—"that is, if you don't mind the expense."
"No, I can afford it."
"I don't see how you can on five dollars a week."
"Oh, I have an allowance besides."
"You're in luck. I wish I had."
Mr. Palmer selected a variety theater, and Robert purchased two orchestra seats, although he would have preferred some performance of a higher class.
"Do you know why I wanted to come here?" asked Palmer in a low confidential tone.
"No. Why?"
"There's a girl that sings here—she's a daisy, and I have reason to think that she's sweet on me. There's her name on the bill—Alameda Churchill. When she comes out, give me your opinion of her."