“No, I'm not feeling good, and I'm going straight to bed as soon as I eat supper.”
“Huh!” he sneered. “Gettin' in shape for the fling to-morrow night, eh?”
With an impatient movement she opened the gate and stepped inside.
“I've given it to you straight,” he went on. “If you don't go with me to-morrow night somebody'll get hurt.”
“I hope it will be you,” she cried vindictively.
He laughed as he threw his head back, stretched his big chest, and half-lifted his heavy arms. The action reminded her disgustingly of a great ape she had once seen in a circus.
“Well, good-bye,” he said. “See you to-morrow night at Germania Hall.”
“I haven't told you it was Germania Hall.”
“And you haven't told me it wasn't. All the same, I'll be there. And I'll take you home, too. Be sure an' keep plenty of round dances open fer me. That's right. Get mad. It makes you look fine.”