He paused and looked pleadingly at Birdie, who tossed her head in reply.
"Them houses up in the Bronix," he said, "that's a misfortune what could happen anybody. If I got to let 'em go I'll do it. But pshaw! I could make it up what I lost in them houses with my commissions for one good season already."
"Well, my sister Fannie——" Birdie commenced.
"Never mind your sister Fannie," Philip said. "I will look out for her. If you and me can fix it up, Birdie, I give you my word and honour as a gentleman I will fix it up for Fannie a respectable feller with a good business."
He paused for an expression of opinion from Birdie, but none was forthcoming.
"What are you doing to-night?" he asked.
"Fannie and me was——" she began.
"Not Fannie—you," he broke in. "Because I was going to suggest if you ain't doing nothing might we would go to theaytre?"
"Well, sure," Birdie continued. "Fannie and me could go and we wouldn't say nothing to the old man about it."
"Looky here," Philip pleaded, "must Fannie go?"