She stroked his sleeve as if it had the quality of fur.
"Is the rabbit's foot still kicking my boy?"
"Never seen the like, honey. The cards just won't come. This afternoon I even played the wheel over at Chuck's, and she spun me dirt."
"It's gotta turn, Blutch."
"Sure!"
"Remember the run of rotten luck you had that year in Cincinnati, when the ponies was runnin' at Latonia?"
"Yeh."
"Lost your shirt, hon, and the first day back in New York laid a hundred on the wheel and won me my seal coat. You—we—We couldn't be no lower than that time we got back from Latonia, hon?"
He laid his hand over hers.
"Come on, Babe. Joe'll be here directly, and then we're going and blow them spangles to a supper."