“That’s what you have to make to go out. No, I guess it isn’t very much like bridge; though, to tell the truth, I haven’t ever played bridge. . My! it must be a nice game, though.”
“Oh, I thought prob’ly you could play it. You can do ’most everything. Honest, I’ve never seen nothing like it.”
“Now you stop, Mr. Wrenn. I know I’m a—what was it Mr. Teddem used to call me? A minx. But—”
“Miss Nelly! You aren’t a minx!”
“Well—”
“Or a mink, either. You’re a—let’s see—an antelope.”
“I am not! Even if I can wriggle my nose like a rabbit. Besides, it sounds like a muskmelon. But, anyway, the head buyer said I was crazy to-day.”
“If I heard him say you were crazy—”
“Would you beat him for me?” She cuddled a cushion and smiled gratefully. Her big eyes seemed to fill with light.
He caught himself wanting to kiss the softness of her shoulder, but he said only, “Well, I ain’t much of a scrapper, but I’d try to make it interesting for him.”