"Pete," she said, "what would you do if I dropped this thing out the window." She made a move as if to put the suggestion into execution.
"Don't do that," cried Peter.
"Don't do that," mimicked Vonnie. "You're still a damn fool, hey?"
"It's not mine. It was sent to Pat."
"Oh, yes, blame it on the kid. I don't suppose he's a nut about her, too. Are you, Pat?"
Pat seemed to have no comprehension of the issue and made no answer.
"Look here, Pete," said Vonnie, "nobody can say I've ever been jealous. You can be daffy about anybody you like. That's none of my business, but I can't stand it to have you such a fool that you'll let this damn woman slap you in the face and then come back for more. If you didn't know she was no good in the first place you ought to know it now."
"I don't want you to say that."
"Well, what is she good for?"
"She's the greatest dancer in the world."