Just Around the Corner
"I see where I stand with you, Miss Sprunt."
"Oh, it isn't that, Mr. Chase. I guess, if the truth was known, the crawfish stand better with me than the lobsters."
Mr. Chase's fingers closed lightly over hers.
"I believe you mean what you say," he said.
"You bet your life I do!" she said, emphasizing each word with a buff. She looked up, met his insistent eyes, and laughed in a high, unnatural pitch. "Other hand, please," she whispered.
When he finally rose to depart she rose with him, holding her nosegay at arm's-length and tilting her head.
"It's almost time for wood violets, Miss Sprunt. I'll try to get you some."
"Oh, don't trouble, Mr. Chase; these hothouse ones are beauties."
"I--I'll be dropping in soon again, Miss Sprunt. I think I'll take your advice and be more regular about my manicures."
"Oh," she said, in some confusion, "I--I didn't mean that. You can care for them in between times yourself."
At the Sixth Avenue exit he paus