“You know I can’t figger out jest exactly what you are?” she admitted smilingly.
“Well, try ...” he suggested, slightly colouring under her persistent gaze.
“Well, you ain’t one o’ us.”
“No?”
“Oh, I can tell—I can spot my man every time. I tell you, keepin’ saloon’s a great educator.” And so saying she plumped herself down in a chair and went on very seriously now: “I dunno but what it’s a good way to bring up girls—they git to know things. Now,” and here she looked at him long and earnestly, “I’d trust you.”
Johnson was conscious of a guilty feeling, though he said as he took a seat beside her:
“You would trust me?”
The Girl nodded an assent and observed in a tone that was intended to be thoroughly conclusive:
“Notice I danced with you to-night?”
“Yes,” was his brief reply, though the next moment he wondered that he had not found something more to say.