"Nix on that. Whatta you wanna do—freeze a fellow out?"
Her eyes would betray her. "Any old time I could freeze you, Charley."
"Honest?"
"You're the one that freezes me all the time. You're the one that keeps me guessing and guessing where I stand with you."
A sudden lurch and he caught her as she swayed.
"Come, Sweetness, this is our corner. Quit your coughing, there, hon; this ain't no T.B. hop we're going to."
"No what?"
"Come along; hurry! Look at the crowd already."
"This ain't no—what did you say, Charley?"
But they were pushing, shoving, worming into the great lighted entrance of the hall. More lurching, crowding, jamming.