"You would," says I, "if you'd take a full course of Zosco films."
CHAPTER XIII
TORCHY STRAYS FROM BROADWAY
"I must say it listens kind of complicated," says I, after Vee has explained how I am to arrive at this country house weddin' fest.
"Why, Torchy, it's perfectly simple," says she.
And once more she sketches out the plan, how I'm to take the express to Springfield, catch a green line trolley that's bound northwest, get off at Dorr's Crossing, and wait until this Barry Crane party picks me up in his car.
You see this friend of Vee's who's billed for the blushin' bride act has decided to have the event pulled off at Birch Crest, the family's summer home up in the hills of old N. H. Vee has promised to motor up the day before with the bridesmaid, leavin' me to follow the next mornin'. But when we come to look up train schedules it develops that the only way to get to Birch Crest by train is via Boston.
"How about runnin' up to Montreal and droppin' down?" I suggests sarcastic.