"Oh! Her?"
"Mr. Hunt became her guardian, you know, after——"
"Oh!" interrupted Jimmy, beaming on me. "You're the gentleman that——"
"Yes," I responded; "I'm the unbelievably fortunate man."
"She was a queer little kid," reflected Jimmy. "I haven't thought about her for a long time."
"That's ungrateful of you," said Phil; "but of course you couldn't know that."
Question mark and parentheses formed again.
"Phil means," I explained, "that Susan has never forgotten you. It seems you did battle for her once, down at the bottom of the Birch Street incline?"
"Oh, gee!" grinned Jimmy. "The time I laid out Joe Gonfarone? Maybe I wasn't scared stiff that day! Well, what d'y' think of her remembering that!"
"You'll find it's a peculiarity of Susan," said Phil, "that she doesn't forget anything."