"
"Oh, gee!--there's so many people around.... Golly! when I
came back to America--gee!--I couldn't hardly sleep nights--"
From across the room came the boisterous, somewhat
coarse-timbred voice of Tom, speaking to Nelly:
"Oh yes, of course you think you're the only girl that ever seen
a vodville show. _We_ ain't never seen a vodville show. Oh no!"
Nelly and Miss Proudfoot dissolved in giggles at the wit.
Mr. Wrenn gazed at them, detached; these were not his people,
and with startled pride he glanced at Istra's face, delicately
carven by thought, as he stumbled hotly on.
"--just couldn't sleep nights at all.... Then I got on the job...."
"Let's see, you're still with that same company?"
"Yes. Souvenir and Art Novelty Company. And I got awfully on
the job there, and so I managed to forget for a little while
and--"
"So you really do like me even after I was so beastly to you in
England."
"Oh, that wasn't nothing.... But I was always thinking of you,
even when I was on the job--"
"It's gratifying to have some one continue taking me
seriously.
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