‘What is it?’ I ejaculated, a little annoyed.
‘These girls are so handsome, I couldn’t afford to take risks. Don’t you know that old music-hall song?’
‘What?’
‘“Never Introduce your Donah to a Pal.”’
‘Oh, that’s it, is it? You were afraid of them collaring Beefy and me.’
‘Yes, old boy; I’m like you—jealous.’
‘You needn’t have worried, Adela. I really like you.’
‘Do you, Johnnie?’ she eagerly exclaimed.
‘Yes,’ I answered.
As her head got mixed up with my khaki sleeves, I heard her murmuring, ‘Don’t be a silly ass again—John Brown.’