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"Ain't."
"Are."
"Ain't. Who would want to marry poor little me?"
"Why, anybody, of course."
"You _stop_ teasing me.... Besides, probably you're in love with
twenty girls."
"I am _not_. Why, I've never hardly known but just two girls in
my life. One was just a girl I went to theaters with once or
twice--she was the daughter of the landlady I used to have
before I came here."
"If you don't make love to the landlady's daughter
You won't get a second piece of pie!"
quoted Nelly, out of the treasure-house of literature.
"Sure. That's it. But I bet you--"
"Who was the other girl?"
"Oh! She.... She was a--an artist. I liked her--a lot.
But she was--oh, awful highbrow. Gee! if--But--"
A sympathetic silence, which Nelly broke with:
"Yes, they're funny people. Artists.... Do you have your
lesson in Five Hundred tonight? Your very first one?"
"I think so. Say, is it much like this here bridge-whist? Oh
say, Miss Nelly, why do they call it Five Hundred?"
"That's what you have to make to go out.
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