ABSTRACT
Mysie was an hour late, and she was in a hurry, and angry, and laughing. Teddy McKee stopped her as she was running down the steps of the theater entrance. She said: “Oh, hello,” and waved to a taxi. He said: “I haven’t seen you for a long time, Mysie: what are you doing this evening?” She said: “This evening—good heavens!” and sprang into the taxi.
