Mardi was sweet with him and he went off looking like the cat that got the cream.
I stood around watching Mardi pack. She made a swell job of it.
“How’d you like bein’ a wife?” I said, sitting on my heels beside her.
“You mean doin’ all this?” She paused and looked at me over her shoulder.
“That’s right.”
She closed the grip and sat on it so she could get the locks shut. I helped her. “I want to be good,” she said seriously. “I want to do everything for you.”
I laughed. “You be careful. You might be changing your mind.”
We got the things together at last and I sent for the porter to take them down. Then I arranged to square up for the rent, and that was the finish of my apartment.
“I guess we can go,” I said, looking round the room. “Everything’s down. Put your wrap on and we’ll go to the station and pick up your things.”
She said, “I won’t be a minute.”