"All over!" She made an expressive motion of her hands which took in all of her small person.
Melancholy again clouded Jinx's face. After all, he did not want Sunny to marry him for jewelry.
"I tell you what you do, Sunny. Wear this for me, will you? Wear it for a while, anyway, and then when you decide finally whether you'll have me or not, keep it or send it back, as you like."
He had slipped the ring onto the third finger of Sunny's left hand, and holding that had made him a bit bolder. Sunny, unsuspecting and sympathetic, let her hand rest in his, the ring up, where she could admire it to her heart's content.
"Look a here, Sunny, will you give me a kiss, then—just one. The ring's worth that, isn't it?"
Sunny retreated hurriedly, almost panically?
"Oh, Jinx, please you excuse me to-day, bi-cause I lig' do so, but Mr. Hatton he are stand ad those door and loog on you."
"Damn Hatty!" groaned Jinx bitterly, and with a sigh that heaved his big breast aloft, he picked up his hat and cane, and ponderously moved toward the door.
In the lower hall of the studio apartment, who should the crestfallen Jinx encounter but his old-time friend, Jerry Hammond, returning from his eight hours' work at the office. His friend's greeting was both curt and cold, and there was no mistaking that look of dislike and disapproval that the frowning face made no effort to disguise.