ring of pride. "You see, I'm an inventor and I won a
little pile on my first trick. I've got a machine-shop
in a room eight-by-ten over on the East Side."

"A machine-shop all your own?"

"Yep."

"I'd like to see it some day."

He shook his head emphatically.

"It's too dirty. I couldn't let a pretty girl like
you in such a place." He paused and resumed the tone
of his narrative where she interrupted him. "You see,
I've just put a new crimp in a carburetor for the
automobile folks. They're tickled to death over it and
I've got automobiles to burn. Will you go to ride with
me tomorrow?"

The teacher broke into a joyous laugh.

"Why do you laugh?" he asked awkwardly.

"Well, in the language of New York, that would be
going some, wouldn't it?"

"And why not, I'd like to know?" he cried with
scorn. "Who's to tell us we can't? You've no kids to
bother you tomorrow. I'm my own boss. You've seen