In desperation he turned on the tap full and the pool suddenly widened sending tiny rivers and trickles in all directions.
“That’s fine. That’s something like.”
Raising her skirts she stepped gracefully in.
“I know this’ll take it off,” she murmured.
Jim smiled.
“There’s lots more cars.”
She stepped daintily out of the gasolene and began scraping her slippers, side and bottom, on the running-board of the automobile. The jelly-bean contained himself no longer. He bent double with explosive laughter and after a second she joined in.
“You’re here with Clark Darrow, aren’t you?” she asked as they walked back toward the veranda.
“Yes.”
“You know where he is now?”