"Well," laughed Henry, "She can't say nothing if I don't get through work in time, and get locked on this side of the river, can she?"
"Not unless you pull that gag once too often—here, have a drink," as she offered him the bottle.
"Well, Pearl, what do you think of the party?" asked Henry, as he turned to Pearl, who was looking out into the other room, trying to see Harry.
"Henry, my darling, since you inquire, I think it is the most charming affair—in fact, I've never been on a party where so little self-consciousness was present—in plain English, it is the damndest thing I've ever seen—let's drink to it," as she raised her bottle and clinked it against his.
The phonograph in the adjoining room had stopped, but everyone was singing instead. Everybody had joined the first couple in the rhumba, making the scene more hilarious by not having any clothes on at all.
"Hi, baby," said Harry, as he staggered into the bathroom.
"Oh, Harry, I'm glad you came. I was afraid you might change your mind," said Pearl, happily.
"Where you are concerned, baby, I never change my mind—let's have a drink."