"That feller's got a watch with a music box in the back of it, Duke. Ever see one of 'em?"
"No, I never did."
"Well, he's got one of 'em, all right. He starts that thing up about the time he hits the steps, and comes in playin' 'Sweet Vilelets' like he just couldn't help bustin' out in music the minute he comes in sight of Alta. That feller gives me a pain!"
The Duke smiled. To every man his own affair is romance; every other man's a folly or a diverting comedy, indeed.
"She's a little too keen on that feller to suit me, Duke. She sets out there with him, and winds that fool watch and plays them two tunes over till you begin to sag, leanin' her elbow on his shoulder like she had him paid for and didn't care whether he broke or not."
"What is the other tune?"
"It's that one that goes:
A heel an' a toe and a po'ky-o,
A heel an' a toe and a po'ky-o
—you know that one."
"I've heard it. She'll get tired of that watch after a while, Taterleg."