Mr. Terriberry filled a glass to the brim and executed a notable bow as he handed it to her.
"To the fairest of the fair," said Mr. Terriberry gallantly, protruding his upper lip over the edge of his glass something in the manner of a horse gathering in the last oat in his box.
Dr. Harpe raised her glass to arms' length and cried exultantly—
"To my Supreme Moment!"
Mr. Terriberry, who had closed his eyes while the cooling beverage flowed down his throat, opened them again.
Again she swung her glass above her head and shrilled—
"My Supreme Moment—drink to it if you're a friend of mine!"
"Frien' of yours? Frien' of yours! Why, Doc, I'd die fer you. But that's all same Ogollalah Sioux 'bout your S'preme Moment! Many of 'em, Doc, many of 'em, and here's t'you!"
They drained their glasses together.