He seized his cap, jerked her black head toward him, and imprinted a resounding kiss on her pink cheek.
Katie laughed and broke free. She spilled some of the coffee, but she administered a smart blow with her open palm on the offending mouth.
"You'd never dared to do it if you hadn't thought I had me hands full!" she called after her lover as he clattered heavily and happily down the stairs. "An' just in revenge for that," she added, still blushing, to Carrie, as she closed the door, "me an' you'll go out for a little spree of our own to-night."
"Where to?" asked the factory-girl.
"To a dance," answered Katie. "Me feet have got that lazy walkin' after a job that I'm afraid they'll forget all the dancin'-steps they ever knew, unless I hurry an' get some practicin' again."
"I don't know," said Carrie, doubtfully, "I've got to get up early in the morning."
"An' what about me? Besides, haven't I got me friend, the alarm-clock?"
"But my jaw's smashed from that fight."
"Who'll see it?"
"Let's make it a moving-picture show."