"I hope it's a late model," he went on, scratching his head. "I hate those old-fashioned things!"
"I'll be satisfied with any kind of a car," laughed Fanny.
"So will I—in a way," he said. "But I hate folks to think I'm not up to date." Turning to Virginia he added: "If Robert's ready we can go down together. Is he?"
Shaking her head, she said quietly:
"I don't think so."
He laughed loudly.
"I didn't expect he would be after last night's illumination! He was 'full' all right—circuited from tower to basement! On the level, he was so lit up that if every light on his machine had gone out the cops couldn't have said a word!"
"James! Keep still!" whispered his wife, giving her sister a significant glance.
"Why?" he exclaimed surprised. "Is there anything criminal in a man getting tanked up once in a while?"
Fanny colored with vexation. Angrily she said: "Take my advice—don't you ever try it!"