big, I stand at the window a minute to look at her because I never seen anybody that looks like her.
She's got a brown face an' it looks sort of like a horse, an' a little mustache an' moles, an' she's as funny a
looking brand as the fish-white gal. Big an' fat. But I get a peep at her eyes-Geeze, what eyes! Big an'
black an' bright, an' somehow I don't like them any more than the rest of her. The next time I go by, the
boss is over in a corner with the big dame. He's got a wad of bills in his hand and I see the gal watching
sort of frightened like. The next time I do my beat, I don't see either the boss or the woman.
"So I stand looking through the window because I don't like the boss out of my sight in this joint. An' the
next thing I see is the boss coming out of a door at the back of the shop. He's madder than hell an'
carrying something an' the woman is behind him an' her eyes spitting fire. The boss is jabbering but I can't
hear what he's saying, an' the dame is jabbering too an' making funny passes at him. Funny passes? Why,