"I know all about the party, darling, and Ev and I are both going, aren't we, Ev?"
"Sure thing."
"Oh, that's great," said Harry. "Well, I got to be going now. I've got to get that band to playing, and start a little excitement in there, or the guests will kick. So long, honey, I'll see you at the party."
"Oh, Henry, another whiskey for me," called Evelyn. "What do you want, dear—whiskey or smelling salts?"
"Both," answered Pearl.
"Do you really like him as much as that? No kidding, come clean."
"Honestly, cross my heart, I love him—like Hell."
"Well, suppose you catch another dame cooing over him, and making love to him in a big way—then what?"
"I'd cut enough meat off her rear end to feed the dogs for a week," said Pearl, viciously.
"Well, I admit there are a lot of rear ends in this town that could stand a little cut off here and there, but some of them are so tough you would have to use a hack-saw to do it," tittered Evelyn. "Did you ever stop to think that Big Boy might feel the same way about you that you feel about Harry? Have you stopped to think of that, and have you stopped to think Harry might feel about you the way you feel about Big Boy? Now, honey, don't think I'm butting in, cause I ain't, but think about it, will you?"