“Why?”
“Don’t look at me like that! You make me nervous. It ain’t what you say so much as the way you say it. Where’d you learn that way of talkin’?”
“I been to the movies, an’ I used my eyes. I’ve seen Maude Merriam an’ come home an’ practised at the mirror. Has she got anything on me?”
“She generally ain’t got half so much on,” groaned Carrigan, and rose.
“Wait a minute, Carrie!”
“Say, Cinderella, maybe I’m the fairy godmother, but don’t go callin’ me by a woman’s name. The brand don’t no ways look well on my hide.”
“All right, Mr. Carrigan. But just remember this: That ain’t the Carrigan cut that we done in the last dance.”
He rubbed a hand across his forehead.
“It’s the Silvestre slide.”
“What?”