“Perhaps.” More thoughtfully from Gee-gee. “It wasn’t so worse of the detective to promise that, after he’d got us down and walked on us.”
“You must make dukie drink out of your slipper,” suggested Gid-up. “The detective said he was mad after beautiful stage girls. Grand dukes always are.” Hopefully. “And if you do make him do that, it would be heralded from coast to coast.”
“It’s as good as done,” said Gee-gee confidently. “It’ll prove me a great actress, sure.” In a brighter tone.
“I always said you had talent,” remarked Gid-up.
“Cheese it,” retorted Gee-gee elegantly. “Ain’t you the fond flatterer!”
“Anyhow, I’m glad I don’t have to do society talk any more,” said Gid-up, and stuck a piece of gum in her mouth.
“Yes,” said Gee-gee, “my jaws is most broke.”
“Maybe you’d better tighten up your hobble a little for dukie,” suggested Gid-up.
“Have to stand still the rest of my life if I did,” observed Gee-gee, swishing along about six inches a step.
“You could divide it a little.”