“That’s all right. I brought something over.” He waved towards the couch, on which there were parcels—sandwiches and candy and a bunch of red roses.
“Oh, Harvey: you’re a darling. I’ve been so nasty to you.”
She made him eat some chocolate and put a rose in his buttonhole. He was not in costume, except that he had wrapped a red sash around his waist.
“Now you make me feel that I’d better not get dressed up,” she said. “We’d look funny all different.”
“No, you go ahead. These affairs are given for the girls anyway. Go on: I’ll wait.”
She dressed in the kitchen—bouffant black skirt and purple fringed shawl, with a high comb and a mantilla. He was pleased with her when she came out.
“You look swell,” he said. “Regular Señorita. Give us a kiss.”
She held up her face.
“That’s the kid,” he said. “Not sore at me any more?”
“No, You’ve been awfully sweet.”