Allee looked crestfallen. "It's fun when you know how," she ventured, apologetically. "Gussie showed me, and helps me get the feet straight."
"Feet! Gussie! Is she at it, too?"
"Gussie writes perfectly elegant rhymes," Allee defended. "You haven't forgotten those dishes she cooked for you and rhymed over, have you?"
"I guess not! They were so funny. I pasted 'em into my 'Glimmers of Gladness.'"
"And I stuck mine into my album," confessed Allee.
"Your album? What album?"
"A little book Gussie gave me to write my jingles in. The name on the cover is 'Album,' so that's what I call it."
"Would—would you let me see it?"
Allee hesitated. "You won't laugh?"
"Not a single snicker."