“Sure, bright-eyes!” she said unconcernedly. “Your eyes run over me like rats. . . . But at that, men will still like me.”
“Why will they?”
“I dunno. . . . It’s somepin. . . . For the same reason maybe, that women will always run after you, you pink and black devil!”
“Because I’m so handsome?” said Joe, grinning.
“Nah! there’s a plenty of handsomer fellows than you!”
“Well, you’re no Lillian Russell!”
“It’s somepin we know . . . but I don’t know how to name it. . . . Neither you nor me gives a damn. . . .”
“Now you’re talkin’!” said Joe, pleased.
“But . . . we’ll never be able to get shet of each other,” Jewel went on with her darkened eyes.
“We’d better get hitched, then,” said Joe, sneering.