"'Cause you're stuck on me! That's a swell guess. Gee! you're as funny
as a sob, you are."
The words scuttered from her lips like sharp hailstones and she glanced
at him sidewise over a hump of uplifted shoulder and down the length of
one akimbo arm.
"'Cause you're stuck on me! Huh!"
Max Meltzer leaned across a counter display of fringed breakfast
napkins.
"Ain't that a good reason, Miss Sadie? It's a true one."
"You're one swell little guesser, you are _not_. You couldn't get inside
a riddle with a can-opener. 'Cause you're stuck on me! Gee!"
"Well, I am."
"I didn't ask you why you was like a bottle of glue. I asked you why you
was like a rubber band."
"Aw, I give up, Miss Sadie."
"'Cause you're so stretchy, see? 'Cause you're so stretchy you'll yawn
your arm off if you don't watch it."
Max Meltzer collapsed in an attitude of mock prostration against a
stock-shelf.
"Gee! that must have been cracked before the first nut."
"Smarty!"
Across the specially priced mill-ends she flashed the full line of her
teeth, and with an intensity his features ill concealed he noted how
sweet her throat as it arched.
"It's the spring fever gets inside of me and makes me so stretchy, Miss
Sadie.
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