Mr. Loeb leaned forward, smiling into her quick-fire eyes.
"I'll take you!"
"Stick her on your watch-fob, Herman."
"No, sirree, I'll take her life size."
"Watch out, Hermie; remember the upside-down postage stamp!"
"Want to go, Jingle Bells?"
"Sure."
"But I'm on the level, little one. No kidding. Day after to-morrow. St.
Louis—with me!"
Miss Cleone St. Claire drew herself up, the doll look receding somewhat from her gaze.
"Say, bo, you got me wrong. I'm one of the nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand chorus girls you could introduce your sister to. Aren't I, Syl?"