"There! Didn't I tell you so? Didn't I?"
"Say, I don't deny if I got some day to have a son-in-law, my first choice for him would be Feist."
"Roody, the two estates together in one!"
"I'm surprised at you, Rosie—honest, I'm surprised. Such talk!"
Mrs. Pelz took a pinch of his each cheek, tiptoeing to kiss him squarely on the lips.
"Go get dressed," she said, "and I'll wait for you."
"Rosie Posy," he said, clucking into his cheek with his tongue and moving away through the pink-shaded twilight.
At the door to the whitely glittering bathroom she called to him again, softly; he turning.
"What'll you bet, Roody, that I get my biggest wish as soon as I got the gray roadster and the Belgian check?"
"Women's nonsense!" said Mr. Pelz, his voice suddenly lost in the violent plunge of water into porcelain.