"Oh, yeh? Say, where are you going?"
"We're not sure yet."
"You're not, eh? Well, I just thought you weren't doing anything."
"Yeh. Well, I'm going out with May."
"Oh, I see. Well, if you ain't going any place special maybe I could tag along with you."
"May ain't got a girl friend."
"Well, I don't mind. I'll just mooch along."
"Well, you see we mightn't do anything at all much."
"Oh, I don't mind that. Don't worry about me."
"Well, I'll ask May if she can dig up another girl. I'll call you back if she can."
"Oh, don't do that. Say, I'll stop over at your house in about fifteen minutes."
"You can't get here, Scott, without a car. It's a long walk and there's no bus over this way."
"I got a car."
"Oh, have you? Well, I guess then I'll see you in about fifteen minutes. 'Bye, Scott."
"'Bye, old man, see you right away."
Hubert hung up the receiver and turned toward the living-room. His son had come downstairs during the conversation and was industriously setting up the bridge table and arranging ash trays and chairs.
"Funny thing," Hubert announced from the foyer. "A fellow that Carl Feldman and I have known for years has just come in town from Columbus, Ohio, and Carl thinks it would be nice if we three fellows went to a show or something tonight. Maybe we'll have
