s began to foray into his pockets, plunging her hand
into the right, the left, then stopped suddenly, her little face flashing
up at him.
"It's round and furry--my honeybunch brought me a peach! Beau-ful pink
peach in December! Nine million dollars my hubby pays to bring him wifey a
beau-ful pink peach." She drew it out--a slightly runty one with a forced
blush--and bit small white teeth immediately into it.
"M-m-m!"--sitting on the _chaise-longue_ and sucking inward. He sat down
beside her, a shade graver.
"Is my babe disappointed I didn't dig her coat and earrings out of hock?"
She lay against him.
"I should worry!"
"There just ain't no squeal in my girl."
"Wanna bite?"
"Any one of 'em but you would be hollering for their junk out of pawn.
But, Lord, the way she rigs herself up without it! Where'd you dig up the
spangles, Babe? Gad! I gotta take you out to-night and buy you the right
kind of a dinner. When I walks my girl into a cafe, they sit up and take
notice, all righty. Spangles she rigs herself up in when another girl, with
the way my luck's been runnin', would be down to her shimmy-tail."
She stroked his sleeve as if it had the quality of fur.
"Is the rabbit's foot still kicking my boy?"
"Never seen the like, honey. The cards just won't come. This afternoon I
even played the wheel over at Chuck's, and she spun me dirt."
"It's gotta turn, Blutch."
"Sure!"
"Remember the run of rotten luck you had that year in Cincinnati, when the
ponies was runnin' at Latonia?"
"Yeh."
"Lost your shirt, hon, and the first day back in New York laid a hundred on
the wheel and won me my seal coat. You--we--We couldn't be no lower than
that time we got back from Latonia, hon?"
He laid his hand over hers.
"Come on, Babe. Joe'll be here directly, and then we're going and blow them
spangles to a supper."
"Blutch, answer!"
"Now there's nothin' to worry about, Babe. Have I ever landed anywhere
but on my feet? We'll be driving a racer down Broadway again before the
winter's over. There's money in motion these wartimes, Babe. They can't
keep my hands off it."
"Blutch, how--how much did you drop to-day?
"I could tell clear down on the street you lost, honey, the way you walked
so round-shouldered."
"What's the difference, honey? Come; just to show you I'm a sport, I'm
going to shoot you and Joe over to Jack's in one of them new white
taxi-cabs."
"Blutch, how much?"
"Well, if you gott
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