"Well, this is a nice time, you outrageous—" when Polly stopped her with a mock-serious look. "Wait a minute—wait a minute" (the girl drawled as if reining in a too eager horse) "don't commence calling love-names before you get the hitch—time enough after. He has been actin' up something scandalous with me."
Jack threw up his hands in protest, hastily denying any probable charge that the tease might make. "Why, I haven't been saying a word!" he cried.
Polly laughed as she ran to the door.
"No, you haven't," she answered mockingly, as one agrees with a child whose feelings have been hurt. "He's only been tellin' me he loved—" Pausing an instant, she pointed at Echo, ending her sentence with a shouted "you."
With her hand on Jack's shoulder, Echo said: "Polly, you are a flirt. You've too many strings to your bow."
"You mean I've too many beaux to my string!" laughingly answered the girl.
"You'll have Slim Hoover and Bud Lane shooting each other up all on your account," chided Echo.
"Nothing of the kind," pouted Polly. "Can't a girl have friends? But I know what you two are waiting for?"
"What?" asked Jack.
"You want me to vamose. I'm hep. I'll vam."