MINNIE and Letcher held hands as they stood in the prow of the Fort Lee ferry boat; Minnie, because she thought it was through Letcher she would make another step toward her goal, and Letcher because he was always pleased to be seen in that intimate gesture with a pretty girl.
"I thought you was Al Kessler's sweetie," he told her, when he saw she wasn't going to draw her hand away from his. "Al stands ace-high with the ladies. I didn't think a poor fat slob like me had a chance."
"Say, you ain't so indifferent to the girls yourself," she said, recalling how he had halfway made love to all the girls in the dressing room.
"I don't do it because I really care about 'em," he replied. "It's just because I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings. It's part of my business to kid 'em all along and keep 'em happy. But on my honor, Mineola, I'm not a fellow that often falls for a girl. She's got to be some baby when I do."
"Yeh?" she smiled archly, "and what kind of a girl do you fall for?"
"The real kind, sweet and innocent. Say, do you know you made the biggest kind of a hit with me today when you got sore at me for pullin' your dress away. I wouldn't of blamed you if you'd given me a good slap in the face."
"Is that the kind of a girl men really like, even in the movie business?"
"Sure it is. I've known some hard-boiled guys in my day.
