"I have never been away anywhere to get back from, and you know it," I replied coldly.
"Strange!" he said, "I could have sworn that I saw you checking out. Can I get you some ice cream?" he added smoothly.
"What on?" I replied bitterly, knowing him always to be broke.
"Your mother must have—"
"Come," said I to Polly, "leave this degraded creature to ply his pernicious trade alone. I have some very important words to say to you."
"Good-by, Mr. Savanrola," said Polly.
"Until we meet again," answered the reporter, with the utmost confidence.
Aug. 12th. It's all arranged. Those words I had to say to Polly were not spoken in vain. She has promised to be my permanent sweetie. Of course, I have had a number of transit sweeties in the past, but now I'm going to settle down to one steady, day in and day out sweetie. I told Tim, the barkeep, about it last night and all he said was:
"What about all those parties we'd planned to have after we were paid off?"
This sort of set me back for the moment. The spell of Polly's eyes had made me forget all about Tim.