"Oh, what's the use?" he exclaimed.
"Go on, tell me," she coaxed.
"What's the use? You wouldn't think it was any good."
"All right, then, don't!" she exclaimed, turning away. "I know there'd be nothing in it, anyway."
He followed her across the room. Airily he said:
"Is that so? Well, just to prove that there is something in it, I will tell you. Of course I shouldn't really expect to do it—but the idea's there just the same."
"Well—what is it?" she asked, stopping in her work to listen.
Jimmie took a chair and sat down on it straddle-wise. Hesitatingly he said:
"You know the fuss the papers made about Stafford marrying Virginia and how the Sunday editions had page after page about it with illustrations—"
"Yes—what about it?" she demanded, impatient to get to the point.