"I ain't scared a bit, Addie."
"Sure you ain't?"
"Not a bit!"
"Good-by, Addie. Gee, but you're swell to me!"
"Don't forget to bring your rubbers, Goldie; going to work on wet mornings you'll need them."
"I—I ain't got none."
"You can have mine. I—I don't need them any more."
"Good-by, Ad—leave the dishes till we come back. I can do 'em swell myself after you two girls have gone to bed."
"Yes. I'll be waiting, Goldie; and we'll talk in bed like old times."
"Yes, yes!" It was as if Addie's frail hands were gripping Goldie's heart and clogging her speech.