“No.”
“Sore at somebody else?”
“No.”
He looked up at her anxiously, but Erna smiled; her eyes softened and winked slyly. Jimmy, who was always willing to laugh, laughed again. “You’re still the kiddo,” he whispered.
Erna blushed and moved away.
“Erna!” he called.
“Wait a moment!”
She stayed away about two minutes and then returned with Jimmy’s order, which was overdue. Three of the patrons, exchanging “so longs!” with the prize-fighter, went out. Two remained, milkmen, but they were fast asleep.
Erna set Jimmy’s order before him. He tried to catch her hand, but she was too quick. An irritable grunt escaped him.
“What’s the matter?” she taunted him.