“Say,––maybe she tell you her name? Is it––is it Gracie Peters?”

“No!”

“Is it Sal Larigan?”

“No!”

“Betty–––”

“Yes,––that’s it! Betty––Betty Jornsen!”

“What? Betty she come? Jumpin’ Yiminy! Let me get my hat and coat. Where is she now? By gosh, Jim,––she dam-fine little peach.”

Sol became more and more excited. “I got her picture here. You miss it up. See!”

He ran over the photographs.

“There,” he exclaimed, holding it up admiringly.