"Well, the very idea!" she said audibly, after a second or two.
"The idosity of him!" commented Girl Number One, also in a loud tone; "some friend, I guess. They all have their friends."
Jimmy turned toward the curb, and threw on the brake. As the car skidded to a standstill, he banged open the tonneau door.
"Get out!" he said. "Go on—the both of you! Get to hell out of here! Keep your darned fares."
There was that in Jimmy's tone and look which caused the two to act promptly.
"Some gentleman!" remarked Girl Number Two, as she descended on the wet street.
"Oh, it doesn't matter," fired back Number One, as they walked away, heads up, "we live on the next street, anyway."
"That's ten cents I owe you," said Daisy to Jimmy Knight, dimpling.
Jimmy did not answer—at least, not in words. He put his lips together, slammed home the clutch and the car leaped forward.
By the end of another ten minutes the last two of the passengers in the back portion of the jitney had reached their home corner, and the car was empty except for Daisy and Jimmy.