“Say, did I wake you?” she asked. “I did my best not to make any noise—honest to God.”
“It wasn't the noise that woke me up,” said Janet.
“It couldn't have been.”
“You've been drinking!” said Janet, slowly.
Lise giggled.
“What's it to you, angel face!” she inquired. “Quiet down, now, and go bye-bye.”
Janet sprang from the bed, seized her by the shoulders, and shook her. She was limp. She began to whimper.
“Cut it out—leave me go. It ain't nothing to you what I do—I just had a highball.”
Janet released her and drew back.
“I just had a highball—honest to God!”