"She's every bit to the good, old man!" Tom turned it on again; "she
makes all the other birds chatter in the cage. And her feet--did you
ever see such feet?"
I looked at Clara Jane's face, but there was no light in the window
for me.
"You certainly picked out a warm proposition when you put your arms
around Lizzie B. and I'm your friend for life for hauling me up in
the chariot with you--what'll you have?" croaked Tom.
"Thirty-two bars rest," I whispered hoarsely; "cut it all out!"
"Cut out nothing!" said the prize idiot; "We'll drink to Lizzie B.
What'll your lady friend have?"
When Clara Jane arose she was a mass of icicles.
"Mr. John Henry! will you have the kindness to escort me to a car?"
she said, giving me the glittering gig-lamps, "then you may return
and discuss your affairs of the heart at your leisure."
"Stung!" said Bud, bringing his hand down on the table so vigorously
that Ikey woke up and ordered another high-ball.
Me--to the Badlands! It took me three mortal hours to convince her
that Tom _was only talking about a horse_.
Hereafter when Clara Jane yearns for something swift I'll take her
down and let her watch the trolley cars go by.