Clover and Gorham had paused just below, also interested in the venturesome old lady, who was followed by cheers as her scornful camel bore her up the street.
Jack took advantage of the temporary lull that followed, to whistle the bit from "Carmen."
Clover instantly looked up and called the attention of her companion.
Mildred beckoned.
"Clover knows the way," said Jack.
"Most certainly she does. We Chicagoans aren't Fair visitors. We are Fair livers."
"Don't be so toplofty, mademoiselle. What am I, if not a Chicagoan?"
"Oh, a sort of deserter."
"'I deny the allegation and despise the allegator.' I am going to marry a Chicago girl, and live here all my days."
"Have you asked her?"