This evening he had a book for her from the Public Library; he had been dipping into it on the elevated train.
"Which ticket is this on, John?"
"Yours."
"Well, then, you paid my dues on the other! How much?"
"Six cents."
She showed him the six coppers on her white palm.
"You were an angel to do it. Listen; do you want to read this when I'm through?"
"Well, if you think so."
"Think so?—Carlyle's 'Revolution'? Of course you ought to! Adele, isn't he ignorant?"
"I read that in High School," smiled Adele. "It's awfully good."