and split her new gloves in her enthusiasm when it was finished.
"Don't you love sad music, Mac?" she murmured.
Then came the two comedians. They talked with fearful rapidity; their wit and repartee seemed inexhaustible.
"As I was going down the street yesterday—"
"Ah! as YOU were going down the street — all right."
"I saw a girl at a window—"
"YOU saw a girl at a window."
"And this girl she was a corker—"
"Ah! as YOU were going down the street yesterday YOU saw a girl at a window, and this girl she was a corker. All right, go on."
The other comedian went on. The joke was suddenly evolved. A certain phrase led to a song, which was sung with lightning rapidity, each performer making precisely the same gestures at precisely the same instant. They were irresistible. McTeague, though he caught but a third of the jokes, could have listened all night.