Seven short stories picturing life in New York. "Her people are the very people who have been most assiduously stultified by the cheap humor and false sentiment of the popular story-fakers: shopgirls, stenographers, floor walkers, cabaret singers, and the like. This writer knows them, and they are too close to her heart and her imagination to be used as the puppets of a mere trickster."--Nation
minute, Gert, and the sooner you--"
"You're the guy who passed up the Sixty-first for the Safety First regiment."
"I'll show you my regiment some day."
"I--I know you're not tied to my apron-strings, Jimmie. I--I wouldn't have you there for anything. Don't you think I know you too well for that? That's just it. Nobody on God's earth knows you the way I do. I know you better than you know yourself."
"You better beat it, Gertie. I tell you I'm getting sore."
Her face flashed from him to the door and back again, her anxiety almost edged with hysteria. "Come on, Jimmie--out the side entrance before she gets here. May Scully ain't the company for you. You think if she was, honey, I'd--I'd see myself come butting in between you this way, like--like a--common girl? She's not the girl to keep you straight. Honest to God she's not, honey."
"My business is my business, let me tell you that."
"She's speedy, Jimmie. She was the speediest girl on the main floor, and now tha