You run over to the Palace an' tell Mrs.Dupont the fellar is here waitin'.

Hold on now, not so fast; wait till Oi 'm done tellin' yer.

Say thet to her alone--do yer moind thet, ye sap-head; nobody else is to hear whut yer say; stay there till yer git a chance ter whisper it to her.

Now skip." Hamlin hesitated, watching the boy disappear.
"At the Palace--the dance hall across the street ?" he asked incredulously.
"Sure," indifferently, relighting his pipe.

"Officers' ball; couldn't break in with a can-opener unless you had a invite.