"Now I know what 'blind drunk' means," he replied musingly. "In Manitou when men get drunk, the people get astigmatism and can't see the tangledfooted stagger."
"It means that the pines of Manitou are straighter than the cedars of
Lebanon," she remarked.
"And the pines of Manitou have needles," he rejoined, meaning to give her the victory.
"Is my tongue as sharp as that?" she asked, amusement in her eyes.
"So sharp I can feel the point when I can't see it," he retorted.
"I'm glad of that," she replied with an affectation of conceit. "Of course if you live in Lebanon you need surgery to make you feel a point."
"I give in—you have me," he remarked.
"You give in to Manitou?" she asked provokingly. "Certainly not—only to you. I said, 'You have me.'"
"Ah, you give in to that which won't hurt you—"
"Wouldn't you hurt me?" he asked in a softening tone.