abide with and worship and serve forever, and then to be abruptly, completely, and eternally separated. Returned to the street, they repeatedly request me to leave them. Arrived at their objective, a low dance-hall, they are compelled to use threats of violence, and abandon me at the entrance.
Two flashily dressed adolescents emerge. They halt in order to light cigarettes but find they have no matches. I offer some, welcoming the opportunity to enter into conversation. "You are handsome, sporty-looking fellows. I cannot tell yeu how much I adore you."
"What's here? A fairie?"
"Yes, I'm a fairie, and I would like to be a slave to sports like you. Don't this fellow look every inch a slugger? How I worship sluggers!"
"You do, do you? Do you want to take a walk with us?"
"Delighted. I was just crying because some soldiers shook me, but making your acquaintance brings me happiness again, because you are wild young bloods."
"What do you see in a fellow to love any way? I don't see anything. What good do you get out of loving a fellow?"
"Well, what do you see in a girl to love? I don't see anything. Girls are not brave. They are not rough. They are not strong. You are brave, rough, and strong, and that is why I love you. I love fellows for the same reason you love girls—because they are my opposites. The weak love the strong and the strong, the weak. The brave love the timid and the timid, the brave. The shy love the bold and the bold, the shy.
