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206 a Coney Island ticket booth Huh?—why, Macy's—don't it fit nice? Oh, no, it isn't too cool—these light-weight fabrics is all the go this season Come again, please—that's the third time you've tried to—what?—forget it—that lead quarter is an old friend of mine  Sixty-five?—must have had your salary raised, Mr. Wilson  I seen you on Sixth Avenue Tuesday afternoon, Mr. De Forest—swell?—oh, my!—who is she? What's the matter with it?—why, it ain't money—what?— Columbian half?—well, this ain't South America Yes, I like the mixed best—Friday?—awfully sorry, but I take my jiu-jitsu lesson on Friday—Thursday, then  Thanks—that's sixteen times I've been told that this morning—I guess I must be beautiful  Cut that out, please—who do you think I am? Why, Mr. Westbrook—do you really think so?—the idea!—one—eighty and twenty's a dollar—thank you ever so much; but I don't ever go automobile riding with gentlemen—your aunt?—well, that's different—perhaps Please don't get fresh—your check was fifteen cents, I believe—kindly step aside and let