“Gee, Charley, you look just like a devil in that costume—all red, and your mouth squinted like that!”
“And you look just like a little red cherry, ready to bust.”
And they were off in the whirl of the dance, except that the close-packed dancers hemmed them in a swaying mob; and once she fell back against his shoulder, faint.
“Ain’t there a—a upstairs somewheres, Charley, where they got air? All this jam and no windows open! Gee ain’t it hot? Let’s go outside where it’s cool—let’s.”
“There you go again! No wonder you got a cold on you—always wanting air on you! Come, Sweetness; this ain’t hot. Here, lemme show you the dip I get the girls crazy with. One, two, three—dip! One, two, three—dip! Ugh!”
“Gee, ain’t it a jam, though?”
“One, two, three!”
“That’s swell, Charley! Quit! You mustn’t squeeze me like that till—till you’ve asked me to be engaged, Charley. We—we ain’t engaged yet, are we, Charley?”
“Aw, what difference does that make? You girls make me sick—always wanting to know that.”
“It—it makes a lot of difference, Charley.”