"I don't like the way he talked."
"Fresh?"
"He's always that, but this time he was something more. He thinks he owns the girls who work for him."
Jim replied, carelessly: "Blow him and his job. You can get on at the
Palace Garden."
"There's my contract: he can discharge me, you know, but I can't quit—that's one of the peculiarities of a theatrical contract. Well—he insisted on taking me to supper."
"A brother is a handy thing, once in a while, but for every-day use, you need a 'steady' with a kick in each mit."
"I wish YOU would punch him."
"Who? Me? And go joy-riding with a square-toe? Nix. I'm too refined.
Did you see to-night's papers?"
"There wasn't much in them."
Jim smiled wisely. "There would have been if things hadn't gone right.
I'm glad for your sake."