“There you go on that Amen talk again. All right, then; I won’t squeeze you no more, Stingy!”
Her step was suddenly less elastic and she lagged on his arm.
“I—I never said you, couldn’t, Charley. Gee, ain’t you a great one to get mad so quick. Touchy! I only said not till we’re engaged.”
He skirted the crowd, guiding her skillfully.
“Stingy! Stingy! I know ’em that ain’t so stingy as you.”
“Charley!”
“What?”
“Aw, I’m ashamed to say it.”
“Listen! They’re playin’ the new one—Up to Snuff! Faster! Don’t make me drag you, kiddo. Faster!”
They were suddenly in the center of the maze, as tight-packed as though an army had conspired to close round them. She coughed and, in her effort at repression coughed again.