"Here's a place, Vicky Van, a nice cosy corner, 'tween Jim and me. Come on, Ladygirl."
"No, thanks, everybody. I'm going to cut in at this table. May I? Am I a nuisance?"
"A Vicky-nuisance! They ain't no such animal!" and Bailey Mason rose to give her his chair.
"No," said she, "I want you to stay, Mr. Mason. 'Cause why, I want to play wiz you. Cassie, you give me your place, won't you, Ducky-Daddles? and you go and flirt with Mr. Calhoun. He knows the very newest flirts! Go, give him a tryout."
Vicky Van settled herself into her seat with the happy little sigh of the bridge lover, who sits down with three good players, and in another moment she was breathlessly looking over her hand. "Without," she said, triumphantly, and knowing she'd say no word more to me for the present, I walked away with Cassie Weldon.
And Cassie was good fun. She took me to the p