Bert groaned.
"Whassa matter, Bert? What's eatin' you?"
"I—I——Say, Freddy, lissen—lissen, now, Freddy. I——"
"Florette! She ain't sick? Bert, is Florette sick?"
"No! No, I——"
"You tell me, Bert! If it's bad news about Florette——"
His voice died out. His face grew white. Bert could not meet his eyes.
"No, no, now, Freddy," Bert mumbled, turning away his head. "You got me all wrong. It—it's good news, sonny."
Like a flash Freddy's face cleared.
"What about, Bert? Good news about what?"