' I've heard it's one of
the best things for years."
"Oh, I guess the show's all right. But the company was poor. My
company, I mean. The person I wanted to see couldn't come."
"Hope you had a supper party that made up for the disappointment,"
pursued Larry, adroitly trying to lead him on.
"I sure had that, Captain!"
Dick slid to a chair beside Larry, dropped a hand on Larry's knee, and
said in a lowered tone:
"Captain, I've recently met a new girl--and believe me, she's a knock-
out!"
"Better keep clear of those show girls, Dick."
"Never again! The last one cured me for life. Miss Cameron--Maggie
Cameron, how's that for a name?--is no Broadway girl, Captain. She's
not even a New York girl."
"No?"
"She's from some place out West. Father owned several big ranches. She
says that explains her crudeness. Her crude? I should say not! They
don't grow better manners right here in New York. And she's pretty,
and clever, and utterly naive about everything in New York. Though I
must say," Dick added, "that I'm not so keen about her cousin and her
uncle. I'd met the cousin a few times the last year or two around
town; he belongs here. The two are the sort of poor stock that crops
out in every good family. They've got one merit, though: they don't
try to impose on her too much.
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