Torchy--still the most appealing character in American fiction.
says Vee. "You're lonesome, that's all."
"No more than I am, I'm sure," says Lucy Lee. "I wonder if there are many others?"
"Only two or three million more," says I. "That's why the cabarets and movie shows are so popular."
That starts us talking over what there was for folks to do in New York evenings, and while we can dope out quite a lot of different ways of passin' the time between 8 p. m. and midnight, nearly every one is so expensive that the average young couple can't afford to tackle 'em more'n once a week or so. The other evenings they sit at home in the flat.
"And yet," says young Mrs. Fairfield, "hardly any of them but could find a congenial group of people if--if they only knew where to look and how to get acquainted with each other. Why, right in this block I've noticed ever so many who I'm sure are rather nice. But there seems to be no way of getting together."
"That's it, precisely!" says Vee. "So why should you wish yourself back in China?"
"I beg pard