“Butterfly nothing! Not when the right man comes up the street! Nix! Home and kiddies for me. I’m not ashamed to say it. That’s the real life. I’ve seen all I want of sassiety.”
“Well, Myrtle, you’ve got lots of chances,” he said, little reckoning how the future would play the cards. “I’ll bet some day I’ll see you rolling down the avenue in a fine limousine just like Mrs. Van Astorbilt.”
“Don’t tease me,” she said, so quietly that an embarrassing silence fell between them. She got up nervously. “I must be getting back to the job,” she said, glancing at her watch.
“You’re dining with me to-night,” he said, rising.
“Am I?” she said, putting her head back defiantly. “I’ve got an engagement—had it for a week.”
“You’ll break it, Myrtle darlin’?”
“Oh, will I?” she said impertinently. “You seem very sure of yourself.”
“I am,” he said, smiling and looking into her eyes so intently that she turned her glance away.
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