"I can't do nothin' with it, you see," he complained, a moment later, as the recalcitrant arm settled itself snugly about his companion; "just look at it now, Precious!"
"I see it," Daisy responded, looking straight before her; "looks kind of becoming, doesn't it, Dexie?"
"Mighty becomin', if you ask me," corroborated the arm's proprietor, warmly "I think it ought to stay right there, now I notice how it looks."
Following this remark, Mr. Coleman stole a glance at the cheek that was turned his way. The glance intoxicated him. He tightened his grip, edged close, and dropped suddenly from jest to earnestness.
"Say!" he breathed into her ear, "let's just keep on goin', little girl."
"Where?"
"Right on to town. Train comes in at six pee-ex. Little supper in the hotel here, an' then board her. What do we care?"
"Aw, but, Dexie, what will people say?"
"I don't give a whoop what they say—why should you mind? I can take a chance, if you can, Sweetheart. Come on: be a sport!"