Let's forget him." "You said it, Marie.

Stacked up to me like a guy that's got just enough dough for a good big souse.

He ain't hard to forget--is he, girlie ?" Marie laughed assentingly.

And if she did not quite attain her old bubbling spirits during the evening, at least she sent Joe back to San Francisco feeling very well satisfied with himself.

He must have been satisfied with himself.