coming, she hurried on, Well, let's leave that. Ancient history ain't any more important than the parsley on fish, but open your eyes, kid, open your eyes.
Wintergreen obeyed her literally.
We've got to get something on this guy, something juicy. Lottie lighted a new cigarette and puffed away thoughtfully. After a little, she continued. Then we'll have grounds for a breach of promise suit.
Wintergreen was incensed by this suggestion. He'll marry me, you'll see, she insisted.
May your children be acrobats! He'll marry Aunt Lottie sooner. But we'll prove that he wanted to marry you. To begin with you might scramble off that chaste lounge, and snatch a look at my pink taffeta. Do you know anything that'll take spots out? I spilled a whole dish of soup on it last night?
I've heard that ether. . . .
Snap it off, kid. If I had any ether I'd drink it.
In the Moloch Club at this moment, Florizel Hammond, who had a fancy for old English ditties, was singing:
For rovin's been my roo-i-n,
No more I'll go a rovin'
With you, fair maid!
