"Do I think so?" he laughed. "Well, say, now, there isn't one person in a thousand who, after writing the hit you have composed, wouldn't have been over all this old land by this time, letting people see them."
"Oh, I could never wish that," she said quickly.
"Oh, come, now! Get into the limelight." He eyed her artfully, winked playfully, and continued: "You'll like it when you get the modesty out of yourself."
"I don't think so."
He regarded her quickly out of the corner of his eye, and then looked ahead.
"Ever heard of State Street?" he inquired.
"Oh, yes. Is this it?"
"This is State Street," he said, and she looked out and started. She didn't know just what she had expected to see, but what met her gaze and made her start was the sight of so many Negroes.
"What's the matter, dear?" he said, glancing at her quickly.
"Why—ah—oh, nothing."