palm-pressin

Updated: May 23, 2025

"Now don't spring any musty first-cousin gag on me," says I; "for it don't go with the fond, palm-pressin' act. Steady comp'ny, ain't he?" Which was where you'd expect her to turn pink in the ears and let loose a giggle. But not Ruby. She's a solemn, serious-minded party, Ruby is. "Do you mean Mr. Lindholm?" says she. "Heavings!" says I. "Do you have relays of 'em?

Sewell Ford - Torchy, Private Sec.