“George!” Cora gasped. “I don’t believe it." But she believed it all right; he could see the look of startled admiration in her eyes.
“You did that for me?” she said, jumping up. “Why, George! Why, it’s wonderful!”
For a moment he thought she was going to throw her arms round his neck, but instead, she ran past him to the door and threw it open.
“Eva! Ernie! Come here! Come here at once!”
He didn’t want the other two. He wanted to hear Cora say over and over again that he was wonderful. He wanted her to be very nice to him in that lovely peach-coloured suit. He wanted to be able to hold her in his arms and feel her hair against his face.
Eva and Little Ernie appeared in the doorway. They looked startled.
“Wot’s hup?” Little Ernie asked, looking from Cora to George.
“You must hear this,” Cora exclaimed, excitedly. “I asked George to get me a complete outfit of clothes. Of course, I was fooling. I knew he couldn’t get them at this ti me of the night, but I wanted to pull his leg. I pretended to be dead set on having some clothes for tomorrow…”
“Well, I could have fixed you up,” Little Ernie said, leering at her. “I’ve got tons of clothes. It’s me job to keep my girls smart, ain’t it, Eva?”
This was a triumph for George. Well, he’d beaten the little rat! In the morning Cora would have gone to him, and George would have had the humiliation of seeing her wear clothes from a pimp