“That damme style just catches a woman!” she ejaculated with a little tremour in her voice.
Then her mood underwent a sudden change in marked contrast to that of the moment before. “Look here, Mr. Johnson,” she said, “down at the saloon to-night you said you always got what you wanted. O’ course I’ve got to admire you for that. I reckon women always do admire men for gettin’ what they want. But if huggin’ me’s included, jest count it out.”
For a breathing space there was a dead silence.
“That was a lovely day, Girl, on the road to Monterey, wasn’t it?” of a sudden Johnson observed dreamily.
The Girl’s eyes opened upon him wonderingly.
“Was it?”
“Well, wasn’t it?”
The Girl thought it was and she laughed.
“Say, take a chair and set down for a while, won’t you?” was her next remark, she herself taking a chair at the table.
“Thanks,” he said, coming slowly towards her while his eyes wandered about the room for a chair.