“Pretty late for such a bad night. We’ll take the subway at Fourteenth street, Polly.”
“Reckon we’d better. Are there no policemen about these corners?”
“Not when you need one. On fine summer nights you will see them strolling about, maybe.”
The girls tittered, but instantly hushed when they heard voices directly behind them.
“Pretty evenin’ fer a walk, goils.”
No reply was vouchsafed to this remark but the girls kept right on with their customary swift gait.
“Ain’t che hankerin’ fer comp’ny?” chuckled another tough.
“Ah, come on back, fellers. What’s th’ use foolin’ wid a coupla high-brows on such a nasty night!” argued one of the three.
Polly and Eleanor fervently hoped they would go back, but the other fellow replied: “G’wan back, if yeh wants. Bill and me er goin’ to have some fun. Come on, Bill.”
Polly now glanced at Eleanor and said in a low tone: “Get a good grip on your umbrella. Thank heavens we haven’t any books or papers to carry, as we usually have.”