|
||||||||
Thanks, I wish you would, said Rutherford. George it is, then. You can call me Peggy. Peggy Nortons my name. Thanks, I will. Say, youre English, arent you? she said. Yes. How did you know? Youre so strong on the gratitude thing. Its Thanks, thanks, all the time. Not that I mind it, George. Thanks. Sorry. I should say, Oh, you Peggy! She looked at him curiously. How dyou like New York, George? Fineto-night. Been to Coney? Not yet. You should. Say, what do you do, George? What do I do? Cut it out, George! Dont answer back as though we were a vaudeville team doing a cross-talk act. What do you do? When your boss crowds your envelope on to you Saturdays, whats it for? Im in a bank. Like it? Hate it! Why dont you quit, then? Cant afford to. Theres money in being in a bank. Not much, its true, but what there is of it is good. What are you doing out of bed at this time of night? They dont work you all day, do they? No; theyd like to, but they dont. I have been writing. Writing what? Say, you dont mind my putting you on the witness-stand, do you? If you do, say so, and Ill cut out the District Attorney act and talk about the weather. Not a bit, really, I assure you. Please ask as many questions as you like. Guess theres no doubt about your being English, George. We dont have time over here to shoot it off like that. If youd have just said Sure! Id have got a line on your meaning. You dont mind me doing school-marm, George, do you? Its all for your good. Sure, said Rutherford, with a grin. She smiled approvingly. |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||