puts her mouth down close to the spigot) If you're the
plumber that's a mean trick. Turn it on for a fellow. (Two
loud, hollow bangs) Don't argue! I want water—water!
Water!
(A young man's head appears in the window—a head
decorated with a slim mustache and sympathetic eyes.
These last stare, and though they can see nothing but
many fishermen with nets and much crimson ocean,
they decide him to speak)
The Young Man: Some one fainted?
Julie: (Starting up, all ears immediately) Jumping cats! The
Young Man: (Helpfully) Water's no good for fits.
Julie: Fits! Who said anything about fits!
The Young Man: You said something about a cat jump-
ing.
Julie: (Decidedly) I did not!
The Young Man: Well, we can talk it over later. Are you
ready to go out? Or do you still feel that if you go with me
just now everybody will gossip?
Julie: (Smiling) Gossip! Would they? It'd be more than
gossip—it'd be a regular scandal.
The Young Man: Here, you're going it a little strong. Your
family might be somewhat disgruntled—but to the pure
all things are suggestive. No one else would even give it a
thought, except a few old women. Come on.
HYLAND
