"Well, it ain't polite or ladylike to say yes," she demurred, "but I
really am."
He held open the door of the "Palace" and preceded her to the dance
hall, where she rippled the keys of the old piano as she swept past it.
The order given and served, he sipped at his glass and carried on his
share of a light conversation until, suddenly, he arose and made his
apologies. "I got to attend to something" he regretted as he picked up
his sombrero and turned. "See you later."
"Why!" she exclaimed. "I was just beginnin' to get acquainted!"
"A moth without money ain't no good," he smiled. "I 'm goin' out to
find th' money. When I 'm in good company I like to spend. See you
later?" He bowed as she nodded, and departed.
Emerging from McCall's he glanced at the "Retreat" and sauntered toward
it. When he entered he found the cub resting his elbows on the pine
bar, arguing with the bartender about the cigars sold in the
establishment. The cub glanced up and appealed to the newcomer. "Ain't
they?" he demanded.