That so quickened Mr. Loeb's risibilities that he dropped his hand over
Miss Cleone St. Claire's, completely covering yet not touching it.
"You're a scream, kiddo! Gee! I like you!"
She drank with her chin flung up and her throat very white.
"Bubbles! Bubbles! God bless all my troubles!"
"Well, I'll be darned!" said Mr. Kahn, smiling at her.
"The gemmemen from out of town?"
"St. Louis."
"I had a friend out there—Joe Kelsannie, of Albuquerque. Remember him,
Sylvette?"
"Do I!"
"I'm going out there myself some day if the going's good, and get me a cowboy west of Newark."