"Gee! ain't I the limit!"
"Here; lemme help on with your coat. Right there he is, waiting."
In the foyer Sara Juke met Charley Chubb shamefacedly. "I spoilt everything, didn't I?"
"I guess you couldn't help it. All right?"
"Yes, Charley." She met the air gratefully, worming her little hand into the curve of his elbow. "Gee! I feel fine now."
"Come; here's a car."
"Let's walk up Sixth Avenue, Charley; the air feels fine."
"All right."
"You ain't sore, are you, Charley? It was so jammed dancing, anyway."
"I ain't sore."