“If it’s as dull as you say here you ought to be in the country where we can make it less dull.”
“Can’t. Lose my job if I do. The old man said that he’d make no distinction in the office this summer. Me and the hallroom boys—we’ve got to do our eight hours.”
“Sure it’s that? Sure it’s not some girl holding you up here?”
That pleased him.
“So you came up to see me because you’re jealous, did you? Little cat!”
He caressed her as he spoke and she did not seem to mind what he said.
“No—I’m not jealous. But perhaps I’m lonesome.”
“Not this minute you aren’t.”
She seemed to purr.
“Well, this is nice,” he repeated.