I ain’t been so tired in I don’t know when.”
“Oh, gee!” broke in Hortense, seizing her turn and lifting her arms dramatically.
“I thought I never would get to work the next morning.
I could just barely see the customers moving around.
And, wasn’t my mother fussy!
Gee!
She hasn’t gotten over it yet.
She don’t mind so much about Saturdays and Sundays, but all these week nights and when I have to get up the next morning at seven — gee — how she can pick!”
“An’ I don’t blame her, either,” commented Mrs. Ratterer, who was just then entering with a plate of potatoes and some bread.
“You two’ll get sick and Louise, too, if you don’t get more rest.
I keep tellin’ her she won’t be able to keep her place or stand it if she don’t get more sleep.
But she don’t pay no more attention to me than Tom does, and that’s just none at all.”
“Oh, well, you can’t expect a fellow in my line to get in early always, Ma,” was all Ratterer said.
And Hortense Briggs added: “Gee, I’d die if I had to stay in one night.
You gotta have a little fun when you work all day.”
What an easy household, thought Clyde.
How liberal and indifferent.
And the sexy, gay way in which these two girls posed about.
And their parents thought nothing of it, evidently.
If only he could have a girl as pretty as this Hortense Briggs, with her small, sensuous mouth and her bright hard eyes.
“To bed twice a week early is all I need,” announced Greta Miller archly.
“My father thinks I’m crazy, but more’n that would do me harm.”
She laughed jestingly, and Clyde, in spite of the “we was’es” and “I seen’s,” was most vividly impressed. Here was youth and geniality and freedom and love of life.
And just then the front door opened and in hurried Louise Ratterer, a medium-sized, trim, vigorous little girl in a red-lined cape and a soft blue felt hat pulled over her eyes.
Unlike her brother, she was brisk and vigorous and more lithe and as pretty as either of these others.
“Oh, look who’s here!” she exclaimed.
“You two birds beat me home, didnja?
Well, I got stuck to-night on account of some mix-up in my sales-book.
And I had to go up to the cashier’s office.
You bet it wasn’t my fault, though.
They got my writin’ wrong,” then noting Clyde for the first time, she announced:
“I bet I know who this is — Mr. Griffiths. Tom’s talked about you a lot.
I wondered why he didn’t bring you around here before.”
And Clyde, very much flattered, mumbled that he wished he had.
But the two visitors, after conferring with Louise in a small front bedroom to which they all retired, reappeared presently and because of strenuous invitations, which were really not needed, decided to remain.
And Clyde, because of their presence, was now intensely wrought up and alert — eager to make a pleasing impression and to be received upon terms of friendship here.
And these three girls, finding him attractive, were anxious to be agreeable to him, so much so that for the first time in his life they put him at his ease with the opposite sex and caused him to find his tongue.
“We was just going to warn you not to eat so much,” laughed Greta Miller, turning to Louise, “and now, see, we are all trying to eat again.” She laughed heartily.
“And they’ll have pies and cakes and everythin’ at Kittie’s.”
“Oh, gee, and we’re supposed to dance, too, on top of all this.
Well, heaven help me, is all I have to say,” put in Hortense.
The peculiar sweetness of her mouth, as he saw it, as well as the way she crinkled it when she smiled, caused Clyde to be quite beside himself with admiration and pleasure.
She looked quite delightful — wonderful to him.
Indeed her effect on him made him swallow quickly and half choke on the coffee he had just taken.
He laughed and felt irrepressibly gay.
At that moment she turned on him and said:
“See, what I’ve done to him now.”
“Oh, that ain’t all you’ve done to me,” exclaimed Clyde, suddenly being seized with an inspiration and a flow of thought and courage.
Of a sudden, because of her effect on him, he felt bold and courageous, albeit a little foolish and added, “Say, I’m gettin’ kinda woozy with all the pretty faces I see around here.”
“Oh, gee, you don’t want to give yourself away that quick around here, Clyde,” cautioned Ratterer, genially.