I'm out of a job right now."
"Harry, do you ever hear from--home?"
"No, Miss Lilly, we never see anyone from there. You're the first."
"I'll tell you what. I'm going home with you. Take me out with you to
visit your grandma. I haven't seen her in years--it's been so long
ago--everything."
He was wringing his hat now and shifting.
"It's a long way out, Lilly. It's hardly built up out there at all."
"I don't care. I'll buy some pastries on the way and we will make a
party of it. Does she still keep boarders?"
"Roomers."
"Poor, dear Mrs. Schum, fancy her living here!"
They rode out on a surface car, changing twice and jammed face to face
on a rear platform, a brilliant pink out in her face.
"Harry, I just cannot realize it. You a full-fledged man!"
"I'm twenty-four."
"What is that yellow on your fingers? Not from smoking?"
"I used to a lot, but not now."
"Is your grandmother just as wrapped up in you as ever, Harry? Poor
dear!"
"Yes, she is. You sure look fine, Lilly. You're pretty!"
"And what in the world brought you to New York and what ever became of
Mr. Hazzard and--"
"Oh, gramaw read in the paper once that he died of that sore on his
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