“Were you thinking of buying that dress?” she asked, smiling. “I’d just love to help you.”
I glanced over at Clancy. He was still trying to explain himself to the indignant women.
“It did cross my mind,” I said cautiously, “but I’ve got nothing to fill it with when I get it home.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” she said, sidling a little closer. “The trouble is having too many girls and not enough dresses to go round.”
“I like it that way,” I said simply. “I’m a man of nature.”
She blinked just once, but it didn’t stop her entirely.
“There’s something in my book of rules about men of nature,” she said, looking puzzled. “I just can’t remember what it was right now.”
“Lady,” I said earnestly, “you don’t need any rules. You ought to get along all right by your instincts.”
“That’d be like driving a car with no brakes,” she said. “I know my instincts better than you.”
She began to interest me.