“Hello,” he said.
“Hello.”
“Got everything?”
“Yes; where's Jimmie?”
“He's waiting at the pier.”
And so, without speaking further, these two young persons, who were about to take the plunge hand in hand, set out together toward the east. A block farther on she said, with a show of petulance, “Have we got to take Jimmie along?”
“Yes, we'd have to come back here if we didn't. We've got to join the company Monday night, you know, at South Bend.”