"I've got mine, have you enough Mickey for yourself?"
"Yes, I have some dough," as she fished some money out of her stocking.
They rushed over to the hospital, where they were told that Pearl was resting easy, and there was nothing serious but cuts and bruises, of which there were many.
"Ah, gee, kid, I'm sorry," said Evelyn, as she came to the bed where Pearl lay bandaged, "How do you feel?"
"Awful, honey—how is Harry? They haven't told me yet. Will you find out for me?"
"Sure, I'll find out for you. Mickey you stay here until I come back."
"That guy's a dirty louse to beat you up this way, but don't you worry, dear, you will be all right. I wish I had a dollar for every time I've been to the hospital for some guy finding out I went through his pockets."
"Oh, this is an awful mess. Mickey, what did they do to you and Ev?"
"Took us to the station, and we got out on bail—ten bucks apiece."
"Oh, here comes Ev."