"She was an awfully decent little sort," he said meditatively, "but it would have been an awful mess if I'd done it."
"Done what?"
"Followed her on the stage."
"Say, whatever made you think you'd succeed on the stage, you chump?" said Snorky, who always retained a lingering doubt when Skippy grew confidential.
"Oh, I don't know."
"Well, the way you got off 'Horatius at the Bridge'—"
Skippy stretched his arms and yawned deliciously.
"Gee, but a fellow can make an awful fool of himself," he said, thinking now not of the fictitious Tina but of the explanations which must have taken place between his sister and Miss Lafontaine.
"A nice wreck you'd have made of your life, you big boob," said Snorky taking up the photograph and smelling it curiously to see what perfume an actress employed. "So her name's Tanner, eh?"
"Her stage name."