"Come, Peachy, don't get me sore. Come, let's talk about to-morrow. We gotta get the license first and—"
"Jerry, I—Promise me I can have her with me first. I—Just a little yes is all I want—Jerry dear—just a little yes."
A frown gathered in a triple furrow on his brow.
"Now, kiddo, you got to cut that with me, and cut it quick. If there's two things I can't stand it's nagging and pouting. Cloonan can tell you what pouting can drive me to. I'll beat it out of that girl of mine before she's through with me, and I won't stand it from no one else. Now cut it, Peachy, that's a nice girl."
He paced the carpeted space of floor between the dresser and bed, his mouth still on the oblique.
"Now cut it, Peachy, I said, and cut it quick."
She stood palpitating beside the window, her eyes flashing to his face and fastening there.
"God! I—I wanna go."
"Where?"
Her glance flashed past him out of the window and across the patch of rear lawn. A street-car bobbed across the country; she followed it with eager eyes.