"I don't make you, kid," I says. "What did the boy do?"
She leans over and grins.
"Say," she says. "It's a scream! He comes over here very serious and says he's got somethin' important to tell me—somethin' I gotta know before our friendship can go any farther, get me? Of course I had him pegged from the go in for what he is—one of them tea-room boys which will stop at nothin' but work! Naturally, I figured he was about to make a touch. What d'ye think he told me?"
"Shoot!" I says. "I never win a guess in my life."
She leans back and busts right out laughin'.
"He claims he's Kid Roberts, the prize fighter," she chortles. "That bird a fighter! Say, if anybody ever threatened to wallop him, he'd pass away in a swoon! How is it that none of you guys can ever tell a woman the truth?"
