I guess I was wised up when I furnished it, eh ?" "I never thought it of you, Billy!" Mary exclaimed.

"You're every hit as raw as Bert.

But just the same..." There was a rush of moisture to her eyes.

Her voice faltered and broke.
She smiled through her tears at them, then turned to look at Bert, who put his arm around her and gathered her on to his knees.
When they left the restaurant, the four walked to Eighth and Broadway, where they stopped beside the electric car.

Bert and Billy were awkward and silent, oppressed by a strange aloofness.