Wally and Isabelle made their way to his club, where she insisted upon all the verboten things for lunch.
“Are you allowed to eat that?” he demanded.
“Oh, yes, at parties.”
“Don’t it make you sick?”
“Yes. You’re always sick after parties,” she replied.
A man stopped at the table to address a few jocose remarks to Wally, and he turned his glance upon the small girl.
“Who is your beautiful companion, Wally?” he inquired.
“My daughter, Isabelle. This is Duncan, the Club cut-up,” he added to his guest.
She inspected the man closely.
“Who cuts you up?” she inquired.