“No. But I guess I could be one of them, if I wanted to. I got the shape and everything.”

“Well,” said the Bearcat, “I hope you won’t do nothin’ like that.”

“Don’t worry, honey,” the Babe said, her eyes flattering him with their glance. “I’ll stick to suits and dresses.”

The Bearcat breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, suits and dresses. Well, I bet you look swell in ’em.”

“Well, I ought to,” said Babe as she attacked her soup. “Goldie sure has some pretty dresses. You know, I can pick up a lot of dresses cheap from Goldie.”

“Yeah?” said the Bearcat. “Gee, I guess you’re lucky. A lot of girls would like to be in your shoes, hey?”

Babe pushed her plate to one side, and watched the Bearcat as he shoveled in the soup.

“You know, I can buy dresses from Goldie for fifty dollars each. Dresses that retail at a hundred each.”

“Say, that’s a bargain, ain’t it?” The Bearcat wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back in his chair.

“Sure,” said Babe. “I’m tryin’ to save a little money and get a couple of new dresses. I need ’em. Besides I want to look nice when I go out with you.”

“You always look good to me, Babe,” said the Bearcat, fervently.

Babe had an idea.

“I wish you’d come up to the place and help me pick out a couple of dresses,” she said. “I know Goldie’ll let me pay for them out of my salary, so much a week. You’ll come up, won’t you? I want to be sure and get something you like.”

“Well, I don’t know,” the Bearcat said. “I don’t know much about women’s clothes, Babe. Anything you pick out will look good to me, as long as you’re wearin’ it.”

“Oh, come up anyway,” said Babe. “I want to show you all those nice new dresses. Besides, we’ve got some nice models workin’ there.” She gave the Bearcat a sly glance.

“I ain’t interested in no other girl but you,” said the Bearcat, sincerely.

“All right, then. Just come up to please me.”

“Well, I’d like to, Babe. But gee, I’d feel foolish in a woman’s dress place. Look,” he added, and his right hand slid into his pocket, “anything you pick out will be just fine.”

He brought out an immense roll of bills. He had received seven hundred dollars as his share of Saturday night’s battle. He had almost five hundred left after Charlie Yates’ share had been deducted.

“Gosh!” said Babe. “You carryin’ all that money around with you?”

“Sure,” said the Bearcat with a grin, “why not?” He stripped two one hundred dollar bills off the roll, leaned forward and laid them next to Babe’s plate. “There—get yourself a couple of nice dresses.”