"Aw, I give up, Miss Sadie."
"'Cause you're so stretchy, see? 'Cause you're so stretchy you'll yawn your arm off if you don't watch it."
Max Meltzer collapsed in an attitude of mock prostration against a stock-shelf.
"Gee! that must have been cracked before the first nut."
"Smarty!"
Across the specially priced mill-ends she flashed the full line of her teeth, and with an intensity his features ill concealed he noted how sweet her throat as it arched.
"It's the spring fever gets inside of me and makes me so stretchy, Miss Sadie. It's a good thing trade is slow down here in the basement to-day, because it's the same with me every year; the Saturday before spring-opening week I just get to feeling like all outdoors."
"Wait till you see me with a new red-satin bow stuck on my last summer's shape. Dee Dee's got to lend me the price for two yards of three-inch red-satin ribbon for my spring opening."
His breath rose in his throat.
"I bet you look swell in red, Miss Sadie. But a girl like you looks swell in anything."