Kahn through a yawn; "and if you don't believe it, go out and
ask Louis Slupsky, who used to play chinies with him."
"Say, you," said Miss De Long, edging slightly, "you're about as funny
as a machine-gun, you are! If you got a private life, why ain't you back
in St. Louis a night like this, showing her and the kids a good time?"
She was frankly tired, her eyelids darkening.
"I wish to Heaven I was," said Mr. Kahn, suddenly. "Take it from me,
girl, it was nothing but a business hang-over kept me. Come, Herm,
if we--"
"You think I'm kidding little Jingle Bells, don't you?"
Miss St. Claire sat back against her chair; her black eyes had quieted.
"If you ain't kidding you must be crazy with the heat or dr--"
"Look at my glass. Have I touched it?"
"The man's raving, Syl! Wants to marry me and take me back to St. Louis,
Thursday."
"Cut the comedy and come! Herm, it's getting on to three in the
morning."
"This little girl keeps thinking I'm kidding, Blondey. I always knew if
I ever fell for matrimony it would be just like this. Right off the
reel. No funny business. Just bing! Bang! Done!"
"Catch me while I swoon--but he sounds on the level, Cleone.
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