There, you hit the right nail plump on the cocoanut, Cumberground! But Sissie's an artful one, she is.
She's playing for the other Johnnie.

He's got the dibs, you know; and Sissie wants the dibs even more than she wants yours truly." "Got what ?" I inquired, not quite catching the phrase.
"The dibs, old man; the chink; the oof; the ready rhino.

He rolls in it, she says.

I can't find out the chap's name, but I know his Guv'nor's something or other in the millionaire trade somewhere across in America." "She writes to you, I think ?" "That's so; every blooming day; but how the dummy did you come to know it ?" "She lays letters addressed to you on the hall table at her lodgings in Scarborough." "The dickens she does! Careless little beggar! Yes, she writes to me--pages.

She's awfully gone on me, really.