. . . That's a good little girl. . . . An you'll call me in ten minutes will you dearie?"
"Say Jake is there really any borax in that lake?"
"Sure there is. Aint we got the affidavit of four experts?"
"Sure. I was just kinder wonderin. . . . Say Jake if this ever gets wound up will you promise me not to go in for any more wildcat schemes?"
"Sure; I wont need to. . . . My you're a redhot mommer in that dress."
"Do you like it?"
"You look like Brazil . . . I dunno . . . kinder tropical."
"That's the secret of my dangerous charm."
The phone rang jingling sharp. They jumped to their feet. She pressed the side of her hand against her lips.
"Two in the fourth row. That's fine. . . . We'll be right down an get em . . . Jez Rosie you cant go on being jumpy like; you're gettin me all shot too. Pull yerself together why cant you?"
"Let's go out an eat Jake. I havent had anything but buttermilk all day. I guess I'll stop tryin to reduce. This worryin'll make me thin enough."
"You got to quit it Rosie. . . . It's gettin my nerve."
They stopped at the flowerstall in the lobby. "I want a gardenia" he said. He puffed his chest out and smiled his curlylipped smile as the girl fixed it in the buttonhole of his dinnercoat. "What'll you have dear?" he turned grandiloquently to Rosie. She puckered her mouth. "I dont just know what'll go with my dress."
"While you're deciding I'll go get the theater tickets." With his overcoat open and turned back to show the white puffedout shirtfront and his cuffs shot out over his thick hands he strutted over to the newsstand. Out of the corner of her eye while the ends of the red roses were being wrapped in silver paper Rosie could see him leaning across the magazines talking babytalk to the blond girl. He came back brighteyed with a roll of bills in his hand. She pinned the roses on her fur coat, put her arm in his and together they
