"Yes! Oh, yes, indeed!"
"There y'ah now! Look at youse'f! See if it's a'right."
Madame d'Avala turned to the mirror. Her gown fell in serene, lovely folds. It seemed incredible that it was the little demon of a few minutes before.
"Perfect! Freddy, you're a wonder. How can I thank you?"
"Tha's a'right. You're welcome."
He was regarding her with worshipful eyes.
"You're awful pretty," he breathed.
"Thank you," said Madame d'Avala. "Are you coming to my concert?"
"No, they put us to bed!" cried Freddy in disgust. "Puttin' me to bed at 8:30 every night! What-ta y' know about that! Jus' w'en the orchestra would be tunin' up for the evenin' p'formance."
"What a shame! I'd like to have you see my act."