got the bus. Busted.”

His apathy was getting on her nerves. “How about a movie, then?” Her feet hurt. It was hot.

His glance went up the street toward the Harper, down the street toward the Hyde Park. The sign above the Harper offered Mother o’ Mine. The lettering above the Hyde Park announced Love’s Sacrifice.

“Gawd, no,” he made decisive answer.

Miss Bauers’s frazzled nerves snapped. “You make me sick! Standing there. Nothing don’t suit you. Say, I ain’t so crazy to go round with you. Cheap guy! Prob’ly you’d like to go over to Wooded Island or something, in Jackson Park, and set on the grass and feed the squirrels. That’d be a treat for me, that would.”