"Oh, honey, that wasn't no sight at all—that big guy here they call Big Boy, well—he was as drunk as Harry, and he got naked too, and took an umbrella and opened it, and used it for a parachute when he jumped from the second-story window."
"Is that the Big Boy we know?" asked Pearl.
"I don't know how well you know him," answered Mickey, "but it's the one you was out in the car with last night."
"Why, jumping out of a second-story window like that, it's a wonder he didn't break his neck."
"Pearl, dear," said Evelyn, "It wasn't his neck he lit on."
"How did you know I was out in the car with Big Boy last night?" Pearl asked Mickey.
"Well—you see, I had been mixing my drinks, and I was sick, and I went outside to heave. Well, I was sitting on the running board of the car on the off side, when you all got in, but I didn't sit there long."
"Why?" asked Evelyn.
"Honey, riding a wild horse is tame beside trying to sit on that fender," laughed Mickey. "Well, I'll see you all tonight at the party, as soon as the bridge closes." She waved as she went on down the street.
"Don't you get sore at nothing anybody says to you—she is a good scout, Pearl, and when you know her better you will like her, I'm sure."