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Florette liked the way I talked all right. An' you get what I mean, don't you, Bert? But they don't know nothin'. Why, they don't know nothin', Bert! Why, there's one boy ain't ever been inside a theatre! What-ta you know about that, Bert? Gee, Bert, I'm awful glad you come! I'd 'a' bust not havin' somebody to talk to." Bert was silent. He still held Freddy in his arms.
Under cover of the gay music there were angry muttered words and reproaches. "Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!" Florette would trill happily to the audience as she poised on one toe. "What-ta you tryin' to do shake me off'n the bar?" she would mutter under her breath to her partner. "That's right! Leggo o' me an' lemme bus' my bean, damn you!" snarled Howard.
"Gee, Bert, I'm glad to see ya!" rejoiced Freddy. "Me, too, kid, glad to see you! How's the boy, huh? Gettin' educated, huh? Swell school, ain't it?" babbled Bert, fighting for time. "Aw, it's all right, I guess," Freddy replied listlessly, glancing at the Misses Blair. Then turning again with eager interest to Bert, "But say, Bert, what in the hell a I mean what-ta you doin' here?"
I wanna he'p her with her quick changes like I useter." "You he'p her! Say, how would that look in all them swell places she's goin' to? W'y, she'll have a maid!" "Like the headliners, Bert?" "Sure!" "A coon, Bert?" "Sure! Like a li'l musical com'dy star." "Honest?" "Honest!" "But, Bert, w'y can't I go, too?" "Aw, now, say w'y w'y, you're too big!" "What-ta y' mean, Bert?"
"After all I've put up with!" "Say, you ain't got any kick comin'! I treated you white, marryin' you, an' no questions asked." "What-ta you mean?" breathed Florette, growing deathly pale. Freddy, alarmed, half rose from his chair. "Sit down there you!" roared Howard. "What-ta I mean, Miss Innocence?" he said, mimicking Florette's tone. "Oh, no, of course you ain't no idea of what I mean!"
What-ta ya say, huh? Le's paint this li'l ole town red! What-ta ya say, sport?" Freddy managed a feeble smile. "How come you so flush, Brudder Johnsing?" he asked in what he considered an imitation of darky talk. "Mus' 'a' bin rollin' dem bones!" "Tha's a boy!" shouted Bert with a great guffaw. "There's a comeback for you! Game! Tha's what I always liked about you, Freddy. You was always game."
"Perfect! Freddy, you're a wonder. How can I thank you?" "Tha's a'right. You're welcome." He was regarding her with worshipful eyes. "You're awful pretty," he breathed. "Thank you," said Madame d'Avala. "Are you coming to my concert?" "No, they put us to bed!" cried Freddy in disgust. "Puttin' me to bed at 8:30 every night! What-ta y' know about that!
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