handkerchiefs with me. I see her often in the evenings. And Louise Casey use to work in the store but she don't now. I see her a lot though. She's engaged to be married to a fellow named Billy Fisher. I go to parties up at Louise's house and I chase around with her crowd some. I haven't had a boy friend—that is a serious case—in some time.
"There was Walter. He was nice. He was a clerk in a cigar store. I went with him for nearly a year. He was married and his wife was an invalid. You know, wheel-chair and all that. She couldn't have no kids of course and Walter was just crazy for kids. He'd asked me to go with him for a week-end, you know, somewhere, but I says to myself that I'll be respectable now. Then one night he tells me that he ain't just after me for low purposes, that he's really only trying to win me over because he thought maybe I'd have a child for him. Oh, it was real sad the way he tells about how he loves kids and his wife can't have them and all that. I guess I must have had my hair waved that day and was feeling reckless or something, so I says, 'Walter, you see me through and support the kid and I'll do it.' You see, I liked him and I knew what it was, having nothing to go home to in the evenings, and I felt that my life was a washout to me, so it might as well be some use to somebody else.
"Well, I'm strong and healthy. I got in the well-known condition and the boy friend gives me seventy-five dollars for an operation and fades out. Slick, eh? That's a line what is a line. Well, I kind of lost faith in men after that. Maybe I wouldn't have lost faith
