“It’s a wonderful name!”
“Say it.”
“Jacqueline!”
She looked up with childish curiosity.
“I have never heard it spoken that way before. It seems—it seems to me free—like your own wild west!”
“Ain’t you been free?”
Her head fell. Her left hand pressed his in her effort to keep back the bubbling laughter. He returned the grip with a mighty interest.
“I have lived all my life in a convent!”
He started.
“I thought you was hangin’ out along Fifth Avenue?”