"Quit," she said.
"Never you mind. You'll wear diamonds," he said, in his sole phraseology
of promise. "Will you get sore if I ask you something, Fairylin?"
"What?"
"Want one now?"
"Want what?"
"A diamond."
"No," she said. "When I'm out here I quit wanting things like that."
"Fine chance a fellow has to warm up to you!"
"Getaway!"
"What?"
"What did you do last night, after you walked home with me?"
"When?"
"You know when."
"Why, bless your heart, I went home, Fairylin!"
"Please, Getaway--"
"Home, Fairy."
"You were up in Monkey's room last night about eleven. Now think,
Getaway!"
"Aw now--"
"You were."
"Aw now--"
"Nobody can fool me on your step. You tiptoed for all you were worth,
but I knew it! The-ball-of your-foot--squeak! The-ball-of-your
foot--squeak!"
"Sure enough, now you mention it, maybe for a minute around eleven, but
only for a minute--"
"Please, Getaway, don't lie. It was for nearly all night. Comings and
goings on my ceiling until I couldn't sleep, not because they were so
noisy, but because they were so soft.
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