"Got one already, have you?"
"No, indeed," I protested.
"Then why don't you get one?"
"You talk," I said, "as if sweethearts were to be picked up any day on
the street."
"So they are, as far as that goes," said Lolly. "You just go down the
avenue some night and see for yourself."
That really shocked me.
"If you mean make up to a strange man, I wouldn't do a thing like that,
would you?"
"Oh, yes," said Lolly, "if I felt like it. As it is now, however, I
have too many friends. I've got to cut some of them out. But when I
first came here, I was so d---- lonely"--she used swear-words just like
a man--"that I went out one night determined to speak to the first man
who got on the car I took."
"Well?"
Lolly threw back her head and laughed, blowing her smoke upward as she
did so.
"He was a winner from the word go, my dear. Most of the girls get
acquainted with men that way. Try it yourself."