I guess
you think it's choice for us girls to come out on the floor after
the show!"
"Sylvette!"
"Yah, it's my New-Year's resolution to tell the truth for thirty minutes
if I'm bounced for it. If you got to know it, it's a ten-per-cent.
rake-off for us girls on every bottle of golden vichy you boys blow
us to."
"Honest, Sylvette, you're wearing scrambled eggs instead of brains
to-night. Why don't you cry a few brinies for the gemmemen while
you're at it!"
That so quickened Mr. Loeb's risibilities that he dropped his hand over
Miss Cleone St. Claire's, completely covering yet not touching it.
"You're a scream, kiddo! Gee! I like you!"
She drank with her chin flung up and her throat very white.
"Bubbles! Bubbles! God bless all my troubles!"
"Well, I'll be darned!" said Mr. Kahn, smiling at her.
"The gemmemen from out of town?"
"St. Louis."
"I had a friend out there--Joe Kelsannie, of Albuquerque. Remember him,
Sylvette?"
"Do I!"
"I'm going out there myself some day if the going's good, and get me a
cowboy west of Newark."
Mr. Loeb leaned forward, smiling into her quick-fire eyes.
"I'll take you!"
"Stick her on your watch-fob, Herman.
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