"Eugene K. hisself."
"He's a dance teacher," Gabby said. "I'm getting a free introductory lesson."
"Got tuh educate Mrs. Clarence's rhythm," Norman said.
"He says I dance Square."
"Livin' is elation and elation's syncopation. We'll turn yuh cool, Cabbage." Still moving gently against the beat of the band, with his arm around Gabby's waist, Norman grinned at Lennox. "Where's that bull fiddle, man? Yuh welchin' on the bet? No, honey. Yuh zaggin' when you should be ziggin'."
"A one and a two and a zig-zag-zig." Gabby frowned and moved her feet.
"What bet?"
"You came up here with Mr. Norman," Gabby explained, "And you bet him you could get a bass violin into a taxi on the first try."
"I did? Not for even money!" Lennox protested. "You didn't sucker a drunk and disorderly man, did you?"
"They wouldn't let you use the one in the orchestra so you went out to rent a bass violin. That's the last anybody saw of you."