“Where have I seen you?” he said.
“Maybe you been dreamin’ about me, you big stiff!” said Jac amiably.
Maurie dropped his hands and turned away.
“Yep. A nightmare,” he said.
“I got a start, too,” growled Carey. “An’ when I seen Jac I thought about—”
“Don’t say it,” broke in Craig. “It makes me see red.”
“Hit the kitchen, Bricktop,” said Maurie, “an’ rustle some ham an’ eggs—lots of ’em.”
She smiled, and the expression changed her whole face. The Three Musketeers jumped and stared at her with a return of their first interest. The fairy godmother was waving the wand.
“This,” said Jacqueline, “is worse than the convent.”
“The devil!” groaned Maurie. “This ain’t possible.”