But it does no good. I'm going to take it
home and dream on it, like bride's cake."
"They're awful, aren't they?"
"When I get into the Legislature," said Willy Cameron, "I'm going
to have a bill passed compelling doctors to use typewriters. Take
this now. Read upside down, its horse liniment. Read right side
up, it's poison. And it's for internal use."
"What d'you mean you haven't got a lady friend?"
"The exact and cruel truth." He smiled at her, and had Miss Boyd
been more discerning she might have seen that the smile was slightly
forced. Also that his eyes were somewhat sunken in his head. Which
might, of course, have been due to too much political economy and
history, and the eminent divines on Sunday evenings. Miss Boyd,
however, was not discerning, and moreover, she was summoning her
courage to a certain point.
"Why don't you ask me to go to the movies some night?" she said.
"I like the movies, and I get sick of going alone."
"My dear child," observed Willy Cameron, "if that young man in the
sack suit who comes in to see you every day were three inches shorter
and twenty pounds lighter, I'd ask you this minute."
"Oh, him!" said Miss Boyd, with a self-conscious smile.
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