“Well, there aren’t so many girls in the United States. Only twenty million. Or is it forty million? Something small. All you’ve got to do is to search about a bit. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Mr. Mifflin clattered down the stairs. A minute later the sound of his name being called loudly from the street brought Jimmy to the window. Mifflin was standing on the pavement below, looking up.
“Jimmy?”
“What’s the matter now?”
“I forgot to ask. Was she a blonde?”
“What?”
“Was she a blonde?” yelled Mifflin.
“No,” snapped Jimmy.
“Dark, eh?” bawled Mifflin, making night hideous.