piness, "I'll send Jimpson right over to your hotel for your things and—" she stops, blushin'. I started to the street myself, but the Kid stops me by flickin' a eyebrow, a old signal between us.
"Of course, dear, this means that you'll esti from the senate at once, doesn't it?" asks Kid Roberts, like he's merely statin' a fact they both take for granted.
The prettiest face I ever seen loses the joyful smile with the speed of radio or light—whichever's the fastest. Dolores kind of squares her lovely shoulders and emits a frown.
"Why, Kane," she says softly to her sparrin' partner, "I cannot see why my career in politics should be interrupted or—or how it might jeopardize our happiness in any way. Many professional women are happily married and"
"And you expect me to discard my title of world's champion to be known merely as the husband of the—er—famous Dolores Halliday, state senator," butts in the Kid, two miles above the height of sarcasm.
"I do not expect you to do anything you do not want to do, Kane—you never have, you know!" says Dolores, coldly.
That got the desired results and the panic was on!
Steamed by his frow's catty remark, Kid Roberts hotly accused her of knifin' the voters whose ballots elected her, by introducin' bills against boxin'. Dolores come back with equally heavy artillery and the fun waxed fast and furious, comin' to a raucous close with a ton of grief for both as of yore. Dolores was
