“You can’t touch that tray—you can’t touch that shaker! You’re hypnotized!” he declared solemnly.
“Oh, tush!” With a quick movement she tried to grasp the shaker; but he caught her hand, held it a moment, then let it fall to her side while he smiled into her bright, eager eyes.
“In the name of all your ancestors I forbid you!” he said.
“You wouldn’t trust me with one?” she demanded, half defiant, half acquiescing.
“Not tonight, when you’re meeting old family friends and all that!”
“Pshaw!” She stamped her foot. “I can stop at half a dozen houses and get a drink——”
“But you won’t; really you won’t!”
“What’s it to you—why should you care?” she demanded, looking him straight in the eyes.
“Aren’t we friends?” he asked. “A friend wouldn’t give it to you. See! You don’t really want it at all—it was just an hallucination!”
“Oh, no!” she said, puckering her face and scowling her abhorrence of the idea while her eyes danced merrily. “I just dreamed I wanted it. Well, score one for you, old top! You’re even nicer than I thought you were!”