He held tight to her arm.
"It's some night—ain't it, girlie?"
"I should say so!"
"Poor little kid!"
Eddie's voice was suddenly the lover's, full of that quality which is like unto the ting of a silver bell after the clapper is quiet.
"You're coming home to a good hot supper with me, Goldie—ain't you, Goldie? Addie'll like it."
She withdrew her hand from the curve of his elbow.
"I can't, Eddie—not tonight. I—tell her I'm coming over real soon."
"Oh!"
"It's sure cold, ain't it?"