"
"Well, what if he is? Of all the nerve! Whatta you know about me? How do
you know I haven't got three kids and a crippled husband at home? How do
you know--?"
"I know, little Jingle Bells! Why, I was as sure of you, the minute I
clapped eyes on you, as if we'd been raised next door to each other. I
can see right down in your little life like it was this glass of wine."
Miss St. Claire threw out her arms in a beautiful and sleepy gesture.
"Well, boys, this is a nice little party, but I got to get up at three
o'clock to-morrow afternoon, and I need the sleep. Oh, how I love my
morning sleep!" She drew back, her bare outflung arm pushing her from
the table. "If you'll call me and my room-mate a taxi--"
"No, you don't, Jingle Bells!"
He placed a hand that trembled slightly on the sleeved part of her arm.
She opened wider her very wide black eyes.
"Are you bats?" she said.
"I'm going to marry you and take you home with me, if I have to carry
you off like a partridge."
"Cleone, I tell you the man means it!"
"You're right, Blondey. I never meant anything more in my life."
A sudden shortness of manner crept over Mr. Kahn.
"Man, you're drunk!" he cried, springing to his feet.
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