“Don’t often see one like her. Lucky for me she went under cover, or I’d have got a crook in my neck looking backward.”
Magill looked at him sharply. It was then that Patsy’s hangdog disguise proved advantageous. Magill saw, that he was not going to stop, or so it appeared, and he said quickly:
“Wait a bit!”
“Wait for what?” questioned Patsy, pausing.
Magill eyed him searchingly for several seconds “You’d wait for the skirt, wouldn’t you?” he asked, with unmistakable significance.
Patsy grinned again expressively.
“Rather!” said he. “I’d wait for her till I hadn’t a leg to stand on.”
“You might do worse, pal,” said Magill suggestively.
“You mean I couldn’t do better,” returned Patsy. “But I’m not in the class with swell skirts like her.”
“She’s not so swell.”