From thought of camels she passed to that of Lady Speedway, and this caused Verbeena to do a full pinwheel on the cushions.
If this affair ever got out wouldn’t it just be pickled walnuts for old putty-faced, jabberwocking Speedway! O God! What a position she was placed in! O, gosh!
She gave one of her old time boyish leaps from the couch and seized the small object she saw on a nearby tabaret.
The object was the stump of a cigarette—a pretty long one. Thank heavens, indeed, that it hadn’t burned itself to naught in the night!
She remembered sticking it down there when she began the first round of her terrific battle with Amut Ben Butler. She remembered, too, that it had been her last fag.
But fate had been good to her.
Apparently the ciggy had gone out the same time she did.
She scuffled her britches for a match. She lighted up. She took a deep inhale. It was tonic. She filled her lungs again.
A “V” now formed between her black eyebrows.
Verbeena was coming back!