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You're a little quitter, you are, and sometimes I think you're out for bigger game." "It don't mean because a girl was born in the mud she's got to stick there, does it?" "No, but she can't pretend she don't know one of the old mud-turtles when she sees one." "Mud-turtle is the right name." "The crowd has got your number, all right, kiddo; they know you're out after bigger game.
In the glow of a spray of red and white electric bulbs, in a bower of the instant's pretty-girl periodical covers, and herself the most vivid of them all, Miss Marjorie Clark caught a hastily flung copper coin on the fly, her laughter mounting with it. "Whoops, la-la!" "Good catch, kiddo." "Oh, you Charley-boy, who was you pitching for last season?" "The Reds, because that's your color."
There was a smirk on his face, and as Harriet caught his eye she saw him rise and, to her horror, realized that he was advancing toward their table. He stopped in front of them with his huge hands resting on the edge of their table and looked down at Elizabeth. "Hello, kiddo!" he said. "What are you going to drink?"
The clear, steady eyes rested for a moment upon her face, and a slight smile curved the lips of the elder as he answered. "Ma calls you the woman with two husbands," he remarked. "Oh!" said Bill, and fell back into the hammock. "Say, Kiddo," said Mac, reaching out a long arm and capturing them, "what do they teach you down in that old school anyway, eh?" They squirmed.
A sob strangled her, and she buried her face in her hands. Jim looked at her in helpless anguish for a moment, started to gather her in his arms and looked around the room in terror. He leaned over her and whispered tensely: "For God's sake, Kiddo don't don't do that! I didn't mean to hurt you honest, I didn't.
And of course after that there was nothing more to say. She didn't tell me as much, but I understand that it got to be a regular thing. You could tell that by the intimate way Lester tips her the wink as he swaggers by. He didn't take any pains to hide it, or to lower his voice when he remarks, "Well, kiddo, see you at eight thirt., eh?"
"That visit to the morgue was enough to give anybody the blind staggers." Her pamphlet was tight in her hand. "You ain't mad at me, Charley?" He stroked her arm, and the taste of tears found its way to her mouth. "I'm feeling so silly-like to-night, Charley." "You're all in, kiddo." In the shadow he kissed her. "Charley, you you mustn't, unless we're engaged."
All I got to do is ask once, and my word's law round here. Here, take a swallow and warm up, hon. You don't need to go home if you warm up right." But the glass tinked against her teeth. "I I can't'" "Gowann, kiddo!" "I'll take some home with me to warm me up when I get in bed, Jimmie. I Not that kind, give it to me red like you did last Tuesday night, without the sparkles.
"There's no backsliding for you any more, Blink. After that Gregory raid business you slid back as far in my mind as a fellow can slide." He drained his glass, and this time caught his sway a bit too late. "Forget that, kiddo." "I can't. It was that showed me plainer than all that went before how I was wasting my time working over you." "'Ain't I got something on you, too, peaches?
"You needn't be scared of me, kiddo." "I was just kind of looking around," Pee-wee explained apologetically. "Here's a pencil fur yer," the stranger said. "I jes' picked it up." Pee-wee accepted this as a flag of truce, and felt somewhat reassured. A man who would give him a pencil surely meant no harm. He had as much right to be there as Pee-wee had.
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