“I care for nobody—
No, not I,
Since nobody
Cares—
For me——!”
She sang it with a light boyish swing of her body. Her voice was girlish and sweet, with a touch of huskiness.
Baldy flung his scorn at her. “Jane, aren’t you ever in earnest?”
“Intermittently,” she smiled at him, came over and tucked her arm in his. “Baldy,” she coaxed, “aren’t you going to tell her uncle?”
He stared at her. “Her uncle? Tell him what?”
“That you’ve found the bag.”