She regarded him wryly, her eyes crinkled now quite to slits.
"You can laugh!"
"Look at the cry-baby!"
"I get so darn blue."
"Now—now—"
"Honest to Gawd, Lew, I get so darn blue I could die."
"You're a nice girl, and I'd like to see anybody try to get fresh with you!"
"Do you—honest, Lew—like me?"
"There's something about you, girl, gets me every time. Cat-eyes!
Kitty-eyes!"
"Sometimes I get so blue—get to thinkin' of home and the way it all happened. You know the way a person will. Home and the—divorce and the way it all happened with—him—and how I come here and—where it's got me, and—and I just say to myself, 'What's the use?' You know, Lew, the way a person will. Back there, anyways, I had a home. There's something in just havin' a home, lemme tell you. Bein' a somebody in your own home."