“I’ll tell you how to save some money,” says Fred, “If you don’t put that on, then you won’t need this to take that off!” He puts the jars down. “How about some lotion? Here’s some for two dollars and ninety-eight cents,” says Fred, putting the bottle down. “And you’d be over charged at half the price.”
“I didn’t really come in here to buy anything,” says Peggy. “Dad told me you were working here, and I just dropped in to say hello.”
“Oh, just a minute,” says Fred, holding out a small bottle. ” I have – – ” then, dropping his voice to a whisper, “I have an hour off at one o’clock. Are you doing anything for lunch?”
“Why, no,” says Peggy.
“Thank you, Madam,” says Fred, suddenly dropping again to a whisper. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty minutes.” He speaks in a normal voice, saying, “Come in again!”
“Thank you,” says Peggy.
Later, at Lucia Restaurant, Peggy and Fred are sitting at a corner table in a crowded room.
“The apple-ah pie, she’s-ah home-ah made,” says the waiter to Peggy.
“Good!” says Peggy.
“Thank you,” says Fred.
“It is a nice little place,” says Peggy, looking around the restaurant.