"Gee! ain't it a jam, though?"
"One, two, three!"
"That's swell, Charley! Quit! You mustn't squeeze me like that till—till you've asked me to be engaged, Charley. We—we ain't engaged yet, are we, Charley?"
"Aw, what difference does that make? You girls make me sick—always wanting to know that."
"It—it makes a lot of difference, Charley."
"There you go on that Amen talk again. All right, then; I won't squeeze you no more, stingy!"
Her step was suddenly less elastic and she lagged on his arm. "I—I never said you couldn't, Charley. Gee! ain't you a great one to get mad so quick! Touchy! I only said not till we're engaged."
He skirted the crowd, guiding her skilfully. "Stingy! Stingy! I know 'em that ain't so stingy as you."
"Charley!"
"What?"