"Tell her, Leon!"
"Well, what would you say, Becker, what would you say if I was to come out here and swipe that little darling there?"
"Oh, Leon—kidder!"
"If—what?"
"I said it!"
"Tell her, Kess; tell it out! Oh, mommie, mommie!"
He leaned forward with his hand on the back of the turbulent head of curls.
"You little darling, I'm going to put you on my back and carry you off to New York."
"Oh, mommie," cried Miss Goldstone, flinging back her head so that her face shone up, "he asked me in Delmar Garden! We're going to live in New York, darling, and Rockaway in summer. He don't care a rap about the New York girls compared to me. We're going to Cuba on our honeymoon. I'm engaged, darling! I got engaged to-night!"
"That's the idea, Twinkle-pinkle. I'd carry you off to-night if I could!"