“ ‘Dear me, Miss Crosby!’ says she. ‘Is anything wrong? I thought you were pleased here. Dear me, young women are so hard to understand, and so different from what you expect ’em to be.’
“ ‘You’re damn right,’ says I. ‘Some of ’em are. But you can’t say that about men. When you know one man you know ’em all! That settles the human-race question.’
“And then I caught the four-thirty-eight, soft-coal unlimited; and here I am.”
-“You didn’t tell me what was in the box, Lee,” said Miss D’armande, anxiously.
+“You didn’t tell me what was in the box, Lee,” said Miss D’Armande, anxiously.
“One of those yellow silk garters that I used to kick off my leg into the audience during that old vaudeville swing act of mine. Is there any of the cocktail left, Lynn?”