PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
"Seen 'The Girl with the Diamond Heels'? They say it's ripping."
"All right. I'll get some tickets. Are you crazy about boxes?"
"Hate 'em. Feel like a silly ass sitting in a box. First row for me."
"Punch the bell, will you? I'm sorry if I haven't been sufficiently sympathetic, Pete. The fact is, your plan rather took my wind. I—I've been contemplating matrimony myself."
"You? Good Lord!"
"Well, why not, you silly fool? Think you're the only man in New York who can get married?"
"But—but you're not the marrying kind, Gordon?"
"Why not?"
"Because—oh, I don't know."
"Of course you don't know, you chump!" replied Gordon, signing his check. "Cigarette? There isn't such a thing as a non-marrying kind of a man, Pete. I'm just as much of a marrying man as you are, confound you. And I've a darned good mind to try it."
"Who's the lady?"
"I don't know—yet."
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