"Sure I did. Why? Weren't they enough?"
"Yes. And four waltzes and four two-steps. Ain't that the tally?"
"You've got it right. But what's the matter, Mr. Lafe?"
"And you done let me have the Home Sweet Home waltz, too?"
"Look a-here, Mr. Lafe, what're you driving at?"
Johnson pondered darkly for a full minute. "What'd you give that feller Steve?" he said finally.
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Say, you've got your nerve." She tilted her chin upwards and flashed a look at him.
"What did you let that feller have?" he said again.
"I won't tell you: so there. Not near so much as you got, Lafe Johnson. Now, are you satisfied?"
"Pretty near. Leastways, for a while."