a girl, too. Strange they hadn't noticed before how nice she was.
Louise leaned out the window and called to her, "I'm sorry for spoiling the party, Lillian."
"Cold fish," returned Lillian. That meant Louise was acquitted of any guilt.
"See you Sunday," Billy shouted.
"Posilutely."
Great scout, Lillian.
Peach of a fellow, too, that Hubert. He was going to take them all home, regardless of where they lived. They piled in, Anna on Fred's lap, Mary Jackson beside them, Hymie next to Mary, and Theresa and Lillian in front with Hubert.
"My George never did come for me," Mary moaned. "I guess he was too tired when he got through work."
"Where do you live?" Hubert asked her.
"Up in Woodlawn."
"Holy smokes," said Hubert. "How did you get here?"
Everybody laughed.
"Let's see, now," Hubert considered. "This is the Bronx, isn't it?"
"East a Hundred and Forty-Fourth Street," everybody said, helpfully.
"Where do you live, Theresa?"
"Broadway at a Hundred and Ninety-Second Street."
"Well, that's easy. That's near Lillian. How about you, Anna?"
"Two Hundred and Thirty-Eighth Street. Fred lives down on a Hundred and Third. West side."
