They drew up at a small table.
“No fancy keeling act to-night, kiddo. I ain’t taking out a hospital ward, you know. Gad, I like you, though, when you’re white-looking like this! Why’d you dodge me at noon to-day and to-night after closing? New guy? I won’t stand for it, you know, you little white-faced Sweetness, you!”
“I hadda go somewheres, Charley. I came near not coming to-night, neither, Charley.”
“What’ll you eat?”
“I ain’t hungry.”
“Thirsty, eh?”
“No.”
He regarded her over the rim of the smirchy bill of fare.
“What are you, then, you little white-faced, big-eyed devil?”
“Charley, I—I got something to—to tell you. I—”