"Now who could I get?"
"How about your sister?"
"No, I don't know this guy well enough. He might try to make her; then she'd go home yelling to Mama and I'd get killed."
"How about Hazel Schultz?"
"Gee, Carl, your suggestions are great. Hazel Schultz would just be the one to dance with some fat fool, wouldn't she? Can you imagine Hazel with Scott? That's funny, that is."
"Well, maybe she is too high-hat, but then why not ask Muriel Kahn?"
"Carl, she wouldn't come. Muriel isn't the sort to go out with a strange fellow just 'cause I ask her to."
"Jesus, May, you can think of more arguments. You'll have to dance with Scott yourself then once or twice if you won't ask any of your girl friends. I don't like the poor goop to be insulted."
"Oh, wait, Carl, there's a girl who works in the handkerchiefs that I know kind of well. I got her address yet from my Christmas card list. She ain't bad and, see, I don't care enough about her to worry whether he's fresh or dumb or anything. I'll call her up. Her name is Lillian Cory."
