"No, it's honest, so help me."
"Then don't you want to buy me a drink, Max?"
Grossman dropped her hand. His face grew doubtful.
"I vish I had dime," he said, "but I god to see a friend down the Avenue, an'——"
"A lady, Max?"
"Ach, no, Mary."
"Then let him go. You ought to be glad to take a walk with as good-lookin' a girl as you say I am."
For another fleeting instant Max let his eyes rest on her face, then lowered them. He looked at the pavement and drew an awkward line upon it with the edge of his tan boot-sole. More significant than any physical change in her was the fact that she could now embarrass him.
"I know, Mary," he stammered; "but, you see, this here feller vhat I tol'——"
She laughed again. She thrust her arm through his and turned his face uptown.