The Young Man: I loathe these modern dances. Oh, Lois, I wish I could see you. Come to the window.
The Young Man: (Puzzled) What on earth was that?
Julie: (Ingeniously) I heard something, too.
The Young Man: Sounded like running water.
Julie: Didn't it? Strange like it. As a matter of fact I was filling the gold-fish bowl.
The Young Man: (Still puzzled) What was that banging noise?
Julie: One of the fish snapping his golden jaws.
The Young Man: (With sudden resolution) Lois, I love you. I am not a mundane man but I am a forger
Julie: (Interested at once) Oh, how fascinating.
The Young Man:—a forger ahead. Lois, I want you.
Julie: (Skeptically) Huh! What you really want is for the world to come to attention and stand there till you give "Rest!"
The Young Man: Lois I—Lois I—
Lois: (In horror) Mr. Calkins!
The Young Man: (Surprised) Why I thought you said you were wearing pinkish white!
The Young Man: (In great alarm) Good Lord! She's fainted! I'll be right in.