"Aw, it's nothing, Sunny—nothing to do with my tongue. It's—it's—just a little heart trouble, Sunny."
"Heart! That are bad place be sick! You are ache on him, Mr. dear Jinx?"
"Ye-eh—some."
"I sawry! How I are sawry! You have see doctor."
"You're the only doctor I need."
Which was true enough. It was surprising the healing effects upon Jinx's aching heart of the solicitous and sympathetic hovering about him of Sunny.
"Oh, Jinx, I go at those telephone ride away, get him Mr. Doctor here come. I 'fraid mebbe you more sick than mebbe you know."
"No, no—never mind a doctor." Jinx held her back by force. "Look-a-here, Sunny, I'll tell you just what's the matter with my heart. I'm—I'm—in love!"
"Oh—love. I have hear those word bi-fore, but I have never feel him," said Sunny wistfully.
"You'll feel it some day all right," groaned Jinx. "And you'll know it too when you've got it."