9/13 'There ain't a minute to lose,' he says. 'If you want a chawnce, my girl, come quick.' He says 'chawnce' like a butler--see? He puts her on a trolley and says, 'I guess I'll stay on the platform. I've got a bit of a headache and the air will do me good.' So he stays out there with her suit case--and as soon as the car gets into a crowd, Sam jumps and beats it with her clothes." "I see," said Roger dryly. "But what's he writing _you_ about ?" "Oh, it ain't me he's writing to--it's you," was John's serene reply. |