I'm some little kidnapper when
it comes to kidnapping, I am, kiddo. Say, wouldn't I like to take you
riding all wrapped up in a fur coat with nothing but your cute little
face sticking out."
"Aw, you're just fooling me."
"Fooling! Lemme prove it, to-night. Lemme kidnap you this very night.
I--"
She withdrew stiff-backed against his embrace.
"Is--is that what you mean by--by kidnapping me?"
"Sure. There ain't nothing I'd rather do. Are you on, Peaches? A
sensible little queen like you knows which side her bread is buttered
on. There ain't nothing I want more than to see you all bundled up in a
fur coat with--headlights in your little bittsie pink ears."
She sprang the width of the seat from him.
"You--What kind of a girl do you think I am? O God! What kind of a girl
does he think I am? Take me home--take me--What kind of a girl do you
think I am?"
He leaned toward her with a quick readjustment of tone.
"Just what I said, Peachy. What I meant was I'd marry you to-night if we
could get a license. I'd just kidnap you to-night if--if we could
get one."
"You--you didn't mean that."
"Sure I did, Peachy. Say, with a little girl of my own I ain't one of
them guys that you think I am.
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