"I suppose you'll go back now to Dolly Travers," said Vivi, whose appetite for verbal expressions of sentiment was still far from being satisfied. "And forget all about—about this wonderful week."
"Women are fickler than men," said Skippy gloomily.
"Not—not always."
"Don't believe it."
"Out of sight out of mind."
"You know better than that," said Skippy, digging into his change pocket for the pin.
"How do I know?" said Vivi encouragingly.
"Because—" Suddenly Skippy remembered. His fingers relaxed on the pin. He brought forth his hand. "Say, you promised to read my hand you know."
"Did I?"
"Sure you did."