Brown stroked his chin.
"I'm sorry, Atkins," he observed, slowly; "and I certainly do sympathize with you.

But--but, as I said, 'I guess you'll have to hire another boy!'" "What?
What do you mean ?" "I mean that you're not the only woman-hater on the beach." "Hey?
Has a woman given YOU the go by ?" "No.

The other way around, if anything.

Look here, Atkins! I'm not in the habit of discussing my private affairs with acquaintances, but you've been frank with me--and well, hang it! I've got to talk to somebody.

At least, I feel that way just now.