"Is your name there?" I says to the Missus.
"O' course not," she says. "They wasn't none o' them reporters tall enough to see us. You got to set in a box to be mentioned."
"Well," I says, "you don't care nothin' about bein' mentioned, do you?"
"O' course not," she says; but I could tell from how she said it that she wouldn't run down-town and horsewhip the editor if he made a mistake and printed about she and her costume; her costume wouldn't of et up all the space he had neither.
"How much does box seats cost?" I ast her.
"About six or seven dollars," she says.
"Well," I says, "let's I and you show Hatch up."
"What do you mean?" she says.
"I mean we should ought to return the compliment," says I. "We should ought to give them a party right back."
"We'd be broke for six weeks," she says.