King—What do you think a newspaper is, a day nursery? Here's Billy Sunday in town, the war, the Mexican situation, everything at boiling point; the Gazette short of men, and you off on a three days' jag! I've a good mind to fire you.
Bart—(Miserably.) I'm up against it, King, don't rub it in. I don't know which way to turn.
Boy—(To Miss Brown, as they seat themselves behind counter.) I wish those ginks would clear out, so we could trot again.
Miss Brown—They'll beat it to a free lunch counter soon.
(She gets the Boy to hold a skein of worsted, which she unwinds and rolls into a ball. During the conversation between Bart and King, Miss Brown and the Boy now and then glance at them with a show of irritation, Miss Brown because they are not buying any of her wares, and also because she cannot hear enough of their talk to make sense of it.)
King—What have you done, a second story job?
Bart—(With much humility, and some pride.) I've broken a girl's heart.
King—(Utterly disgusted.) Oh, hell!
Bart—I tell you, I've broken a girl's heart, and ruined her life.
King—Rubbish! Sober up, and go back to work.