“Maybe we’ll go for a drive together one of these days,” I said hopefully.
“Let’s not make too many plans,” she returned. “Let’s concentrate on this dress.” She turned back to Myra. “Don’t you think I’d look cute in it?”
“Not half so cute as without it,” I said hurriedly.
“I don’t think I like that remark,” she said. “It doesn’t indicate a sound business footing.”
“Who cares about a business footing?” I returned. “Let’s go somewhere and forget business.”
“Keep concentrating on this dress,” she said insistently. “I know I’d look good in it. Let me put it on and show you.”
“Some other time” I began, and stopped because she had put her hand on Myra’s arm.
“It’s awfully attractive,” she said wistfully. Then a look of puzzled fright entered her eyes and she pressed Myra’s arm.
I hastily took her hand away. “I used to be a palmist,” I said. “Let me read your lines.”
“So long as we’re thinking of the same lines,” she returned, trying to smile, but all the time she kept staring at Myra with growing uneasiness. “Do you know that dummy felt almost human,” she went on in a low voice.