“Who, me?” Lefty protested innocently enough.
“Yes, you! Now cut the comedy. If you want another number, either put up or shut up!”
“Okay, baby!” Lefty announced, digging down into his pocket and bringing forth a roll of bills, peeling one off and dropping it into the lap of the performer. “Shoot!”
The boy’s roll of money was of such considerable size that Rosa, who had picked up an acquaintance with a new arrival, who seemed to gloat over her amorous antics, left the man without further ado and returned to the boy just as he placed the bills back in his pocket.
“You got sometink for Rosa?” she begged, her face again illuminated by a beaming smile.
“You got sometink for Rosa?” she begged of Lefty.
“Naw, go on away!” he replied with impatience, pushing the girl from him, “I wanna hear my baby here sing!”
The blonde folded the bill and placed it in her dress, then touched the white ivory keys and once more burst aloud in sentimental song.
“Rosa, she dance for her brave Americano soldado, you watch!”