"Say, if I ever get your number, I'll do the calling, Miss Santa
Fé."
"W-what?" came the startled reply.
"I mean what I say. I'd love to call—"
"Is that so? Well, I do all the calling for our, family, and I'm going to call you right now. What's the price of those rivets?"
"Two sixty-five."
"Too high! Good-by."
"Wait a minute." Mitchell checked the lady before she could "plug out" on him. "Now that you've got those rivets out of your system, may I get personal for an instant?"
"Just about an instant."
"I could listen to you all day."
"Oops, Horace; he loves me!" mocked the lady's voice.