The moment he was gone, the conversation was resumed again.
"Say," began the girl at her left, "what jeh think he said ?" "I don't know." "He said he saw us with Eddie Harris at Martin's last night." "No!" They both giggled.
A youth with tan-coloured hair, that needed clipping very badly, came shuffling along between the machines, bearing a basket of leather findings under his left arm, and pressed against his stomach.

When near Carrie, he stretched out his right hand and gripped one girl under the arm.
"Aw, let me go," she exclaimed angrily.

"Duffer." He only grinned broadly in return.
"Rubber!" he called back as she looked after him.

There was nothing of the gallant in him.
Carrie at last could scarcely sit still.

Her legs began to tire and she wanted to get up and stretch.