Florette was dozing.
"Oh, Florette! Florette!"
"Florette, if you ain't lonesome——"
"Sh-h-h, now, sh-h-h! Le's go to sleep."
"But, Florette, you don' wan'—you don' wan'—a pop——"
"Sh-h-h! Sh-h-h! I'm so tired, honey."
Florette slept. Freddy lay awake, but he lay still so as not to disturb her. His arms ached, but he dared not let her go. Finally he slept, and dreamed of a world in which there was no Florette. He shuddered and kicked his mother. She gave him a little impatient shove. He woke. Day was dawning. It was Florette's wedding day. Freddy did not know it until Florette put on her best coral-velvet hat with the jet things dangling over her ears.
"You ain' gonna wear that hat," said Freddy severely. "It's rainin'."
"Yeah, I'm gonna wear this hat," said Florette, pulling her blonde earbobs into greater prominence. "An' you put on your best suit an' new necktie. We're goin' to a weddin'."
Her tone was gay, arch, her eyes were happy.