“You going to the ball-game?”
“Rather! Wouldn’t miss it for a fortune.”
“No?”
“Absolutely no! Not with jolly old Biddle pitching.”
The cigar-stand girl laughed amusedly.
“Is he pitching this afternoon? Say, that feller’s a nut? D’you know him?”
“Know him? Well, I’ve seen him pitch and so forth.”
“I’ve got a girl friend who’s engaged to him!”
Archie looked at her with positive respect. It would have been more dramatic, of course, if she had been engaged to the great man herself, but still the mere fact that she had a girl friend in that astounding position gave her a sort of halo.
“No, really!” he said. “I say, by Jove, really! Fancy that!”