Receiving no answer, he returned quickly to the tray and took another drink:
"Rough wid her—dat's de way—rough wid her!"
He pulled his vest down with a vicious jerk, bravely took one step, paused, reached back, picked up his glass again, drained it, and walked to the door.
"Miss Minerva!" he called loudly and fiercely.
From the kitchen came the answer in tender tones:
"Yas—honey!"
Andy retreated hastily to the table and took another drink before the huge but smiling figure appeared in the doorway.
"Did my true love call?" she asked softly.
Andy groaned, grasped a glass and quickly poured another drink of Dutch courage down. "Yassam, Miss Minerva, I thought I hear yer out dar——"
Minerva giggled as lightly as she could considering her two hundred and fifty pounds: