She buried her nose in her handkerchief, turning her head. Her eyes had begun to crinkle. "It--it's just awful! All them sweet boys!" "Now, cryin' ain't goin' to help. You 'ain't got no one marchin' off." "That's just it. I 'ain't got no one. Everything is something awful, ain't it?" Her sympathies and her risibilities would bubble to the surface to confuse her. "Awful!" He scraped one forefinger against the other. "Cry-baby! Cry-baby, stick your little finger in your little eye!" She regarded him wryly, her eyes crinkled now quite to slits. "You can laugh!" "Look at the cry-baby!" "I get so darn blue." "Now--now--" "Honest to Gawd, Lew, I get so darn blue I could die." "You're a nice girl, and I'd like to see anybody try to get fresh with you!" "Do you--honest, Lew--like me?" "There's something about you, girl, gets me every time. Cat-eyes! Kitty-eyes!" "Sometimes I get so blue--get to thinkin' of home and the way it all happened. You know the way a person will. Home and the--divorce and the way it all happened with--him--and how I come here and--where it's got me, and--and I just say to myself, 'What's the use?' You know, Lew, the way a person will. Back there, anyways, I had a home. There's something in just havin' a home, lemme tell you. Bein' a somebody in your own home." "You're a somebody any place they put you." "You never seen the like the way it all happened, Lew. So quick! The day I took the train was like I was walkin' for good out of a dream. Not so much as a post-card from there since--" "Uh--uh--now--cry-baby!" "I--ain't exactly sorry, Lew; only God knows, more'n once in those twelve weeks out of work I was for goin' back and patchin' it up with him. I ain't exactly sorry, Lew, but--but there's only one thing on God's earth that keeps me from being sorry." "What?" "You." He flecked his cigar, hitching his arm up along the chair-back, laughed, reddened slightly. "That's the way to talk! These last two nights you been lightin' up with a man so he can get within ten feet of you. Now you're shoutin'!" She drained her glass, blew her nose, and wiped her eyes. She was sitting loosely forward now, her hand out on his. "You're the only thing on God's earth that's kept me from--sneakin" back there--honest. Lew, I'd have gone back long ago and eat dirt to make it up with him--if not for you. I--ain't built like Kittie Scogin and those girls. I got to be self-respectin' with the fellows or nothing. They think more of you in the end--that's my theory." "Sure!" "A girl's fly or--she just naturally ain't that way. That's where all my misunderstanding began with Kittie--when she wanted me to move over in them rooms on Forty-ninth Street with her--a girl's that way or she just ain't that way!" "Sure!" "Lew--will you--are you--you ain't kiddin' me all these weeks? Taxicabbin' me all night in the Park and--drinkin' around this way all the time together. You 'ain't been kiddin' me, Lew?"