It is curious what a large part hair and its treatment may play in the undoing of strong men. The case of Samson may be recalled in this connection. Kirk, with Ruth ruffling the wiry growth that hid his scalp, was incapable of serious opposition. He tried to be morose and resolute, but failed miserably.
“Oh, very well,” he grunted.
“That’s a good boy. And you promise you won’t go hugging Bill again?”
“Very well.”
“There’s an angel for you. Now I’ll fix you a cocktail as a reward.”
“Well, mind you sterilize it carefully.”
Ruth laughed. Having gained her point she could afford to. She made the cocktail and brought it to him.
“And now I’ll be off and dress, and then you can take me out to lunch somewhere.”
“Aren’t you dressed?”
“My goodness, no. Not for going to restaurants. You forget that I’m one of the idle rich now. I spend my whole day putting on different kinds of clothes. I’ve a position to keep up now, Mr. Winfield.”