“Your blood keeps them warm.”
She twisted her little mouth.
“No, my vanity.”
Clever girl. Tom lifted her bodily into the car; they were old friends now. He wrapped her in the warm rug and put a match to her cigarette.
“Who’s the melancholy Dane in front?”
“Oh! He’s a guy I’m breaking in.”
They drove to Madison Avenue. She jumped out and gave him a generous fare.
“I want to go out again tonight; call for me?”
He smiled into the pretty laughing eyes. “Awful sorry, Miss, but there’s nothing doing. I’m married.” He heaved a big sigh.
“She was nice—wasn’t she.”