"I'm sorry," says he, hangin' his head, "but it must have been."
"Then, why didn't you say so, you silly boy!" she asks.
"How could I, Betty?" says he. "You see, I hadn't heard the rest of the story until just now."
"Oh, Nicky!" says she.
And the next thing I knew they'd gone to a clinch, which I takes as my cue to slide back into the house. Half an hour later they shows up smilin' and tells us all about it.
As we're leavin' for home Mr. Robert gets me one side and pats me on the back. "I say, Torchy," says he, "as a raconteur you're a great success. It worked. Nicky will sign up tomorrow."
"Good!" says I. "Only send him where they ain't got the settin' hen habit and the taxi drivers ain't so willin' to take a chance."