Let's make a time of it--Pabst's Cafe first, and then some.

What you say, Bill?
What you say, Saxon?
Mary's game." Saxon waited and wondered, half sick with apprehension of this man beside her whom she had known so short a time.
"Nope," he said slowly.

"I gotta get up to a hard day's work to-morrow, and I guess the girls has got to, too." Saxon forgave him his tone-deafness.

Here was the kind of man she always had known existed.

It was for some such man that she had waited.