"'Lo."
"'Lo."
John paused. It was a difficult thing to lead up to her faithlessness tactfully. She broke the silence.
"Those dishes were dear. But, oh, John, I liked the powder puff jar the best of all!" Which was the truth, for the fact that he thought her old enough for such feminine weapons was a soul-satisfying compliment.
He murmured a perfunctory acknowledgment. "Louise, what's this I've been hearing about you and Sid drinking sodas together at the drug store?"
She stood speechless, thinking of a defense.
"It's got to quit. Do you hear?"
"Why shouldn't I have sodas with him?" his lady broke out vindictively. "You never take me anywhere."
Didn't she understand that all of his playtime was taken up with earning money for her? "But we can go skating tonight," he concluded pacifically.
"That isn't spending money on me. And Sid does, lots and lots of times."