Wouldn't I
just love to take you all by your little self down the river to-night on
one of them new Coney boats, where we could be--right quiet. Say,
wouldn't I?"
"No--no!"
"I wanna talk to you, Miss Sadie. Can't you guess? I wanna get you all
by yourself and talk to you right in your little ear."
'"Shh-h-h! You mustn't talk like that."
"That's the only way I have of trying to tell you how--how I feel, Miss
Sadie--dearie."
'"Shh-h-h!"
"When I call you that it means--well, you know, dearie, you know. That's
why I wanna take you to-night, dearie, all by your little self and--"
"No, no, Mr. Meltzer! I can't leave her alone like that. I promised I
would never leave her alone in the dark if--if I could help it."
"Ain't I the dub? Sure you can't leave her. We gotta stick by her now,
dearie. 'Ain't we? 'Ain't we?"
A red seepage of blood surged across his face and under his hair.
Beneath his little hedge of mustache his lips quivered as if at their
own daring.
"We gotta stick by her, dearie."
All her senses swam, nor could she control the fluttering of her hands.
"Oh--Mr. Meltzer--Max!"
"What you and poor old Dee Dee need is some of this spring air.
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