"Hello, boys!" answered Vandover, hairbrush in hand, turning about from the mirror, where he had been trying to make his hair lie very flat and smooth.
"Look here," said Geary, showing him a dance-card already full, "I've got every dance promised.

I looked out for that at the last one of these affairs; made all my arrangements and engagements then.

Ah, you bet, I don't get left on any dance.

That's the way you want to rustle.

Ah," he went on, "had a bully sleep last night.