She moved closer to Andy, unfolded another page, and spread it on her knee.
Andy bent his blond head close to the one of gold. A startled look crossed his features and his brows bobbed up and down. It was a full-page advertisement of ladies’ lingerie. The highly coloured illustration of a lady, partially dressed, achieved its object of arresting the eye, while the remainder of the space was occupied by articles of apparel similar to those adorning the lady’s graceful form.
Andy coughed. “Er—yes, Connie.”
Connie raised her eyebrows incredulously.
“All at one time?”
“Sure—sure,” mumbled Andy.
Connie stared. “Why, there must be nearly a dozen pieces. How is this fastened?” she questioned as she pointed with a slender brown finger to one of the engravings.
Andy took a quick glance. “Buttons.”
“And this?”
“Buttons,” replied Andy, gripping the bowl of his pipe and sending out clouds of smoke.