“And I’d like to do ’em an’ all. I’m really the only girl in town that has style.”
She stretched out her arms and yawned pleasantly.
“Pretty evening.”
“Sure is,” agreed Jim.
“Like to have boat,” she suggested dreamily. “Like to sail out on a silver lake, say the Thames, for instance. Have champagne and caviare sandwiches along. Have about eight people. And one of the men would jump overboard to amuse the party, and get drowned like a man did with Lady Diana Manners once.”
“Did he do it to please her?”
“Didn’t mean drown himself to please her. He just meant to jump overboard and make everybody laugh.”
“I reckin they just died laughin’ when he drowned.”
“Oh, I suppose they laughed a little,” she admitted. “I imagine she did, anyway. She’s pretty hard, I guess—like I am.”
“You hard?”