Friend was always a word to warm Ambrose's breast, and surely at this moment of all his life he needed a friend. "Thank you," he said from a full heart.
"I see you at the tea-dance," the voice went on.
Ambrose had an intuition. "Were you the girl—"
"Yes," she said. "I sit be'ind you. I think you pretty man. When we run out I squeeze your hand."
Ambrose grinned into the darkness. "I thought you were pretty, too," he returned.
"Oh, I wish I in there," she whispered.
He was a little nonplused by her naïve warmth.
"The men say you strong as one bear," she went on. "They say you got gold in your teeth. Is that true?"
"Yes," said Ambrose laughing.
"I lak' to see that."