“Punk!”
“I thought you said you were to see 'The Jest.' I've heard it's one of the best things for years.”
“Oh, I guess the show's all right. But the company was poor. My company, I mean. The person I wanted to see couldn't come.”
“Hope you had a supper party that made up for the disappointment,” pursued Larry, adroitly trying to lead him on.
“I sure had that, Captain!”
Dick slid to a chair beside Larry, dropped a hand on Larry's knee, and said in a lowered tone:
“Captain, I've recently met a new girl—and believe me, she's a knock-out!”
“Better keep clear of those show girls, Dick.”
“Never again! The last one cured me for life. Miss Cameron—Maggie Cameron, how's that for a name?—is no Broadway girl, Captain. She's not even a New York girl.”
“No?”