"Come, Marj, don't leave me high and dry like this. Come, I'll blow you to a little supper, kiddo. I got a couple of meal tickets coming to me down at Harry's on some ivories I threw last night."
"Dice! And after the line of talk you just tried to make me swallow. Did
I believe it? I did not!"
"No stakes, Marj. Just for a couple of meal tickets we tossed. Come, girl, you 'ain't been down to Harry's for months; you won't get your halo mussed from one time. It's Christmas Eve, Marj."
"I heard you the first time."
"If I got to go it alone to-night, Marj, it'll be the wettest Christmas I ever spent, it will. I'll pickle this Christmas Eve like it was never pickled before, I will."
"Aren't you no man at all, threatening like that? Just no man at all?"
"I tell you if I got to go it alone to-night, I won't be. I'm crazy enough to tear things wide open."
"A line of talk like that will send me home quicker than anything, if you want to know it." She turned her face away and toward the dark aisle of the side street.
"I didn't mean it, Marj."
"I hate whining."