The girl moved her shoulders gently.
“Not on your life!” she said positively. “‘N’ I’ve told him so more’n fifty times already, I guess.”
She lifted her eyes to David’s with innocent coquetry.
“I don’t b’lieve in gettin’ married t’ anybody ’nless you’re awfully in love with ’em. That’s what I keep tellin’ Gus, but he says——”
“Are you coming with me to get that ice cream?” asked David, stifling a yawn.
“I dunno whether I’ve got the nerve,” murmured the girl. “The ice cream’s in the same booth where Gus is; it’s right acrost from where Sutton’s got his concession. ’F he should see me—with you——”
“What do you suppose he’d do about it?” inquired David. “Gus—er—went off and left you, didn’t he?”
He paused to laugh sourly; then added, “And my girl wouldn’t come with me; so I guess it’s up to us to do the best we can to have a good time, Jennie. If you’ll come along with me, we’ll take in the whole darned show.”
“If you think it would be all right, Mr. Whitcomb.”
“Why shouldn’t it be all right, I’d like to know?”