“Me don’t know.”
There was a silence, and then:
“Me don’t know,” observed Jackrabbit thoughtfully. A moment later, however, he added: “Me marry you—how much me get give fatha—huh?”
Wowkle raised her narrowing eyes to his and told him with absolute indifference:
“Huh—me don’t know.”
Jackrabbit’s face darkened. He pondered for a long time.
“Me don’t know—” suddenly he began and then stopped. They had been silent for some moments, when at last he ventured: “Me give fatha four dolla”—and here he indicated the number with his two hands, the finger with the cream locking those of the other hand—“and one blanket.”
Wowkle’s eyes dilated.
“Better keep blanket—baby cold,” was her ambiguous answer.
Whereupon Jackrabbit emitted a low growl. Presently he handed her his pipe, and while she puffed steadily away he fondled caressingly the string of beads which she wore around her neck.