"Hello, Mickey," said Pearl.
"Say, listen, you kids—got any dates for tonight?" asked Mickey.
"I ain't," said Evelyn. "Have you, Pearl?"
"I haven't."
"Well, there's three old guys, five days older than Hell, throwing an all-night party in the Rio Bravo Hotel, and they asked me and Betty to get as many girls as we could. There's plenty to drink, plenty to eat—there will be lots of fellows there besides them old ones, and there's a chance to make a few dollars, and if you can't make any money—well—when they get drunk you can always go through their pockets," said Mickey, in a voice that was supposed to be confidential, but still could be heard at least a block away.
"What do you say, Pearl?" asked Evelyn.
"Do you think Harry will be there?"
"Oh, Heavens, be calm," as she lifted her hands in supplication.
"Yes," answered Mickey, "He'll be there; you couldn't keep him away from them kind of parties. Last one Harry was on, he got so drunk he stripped stark naked and did a Spanish down the hall."
"I'll bet that was a sight," said Evelyn.