The girl glanced at him sidewise, and tossed her head. “What do you want t’ know for?” she demanded. “If you don’t like the way she treats you, you c’n tell her so, can’t you?” David bit his lip. “Don’t you want some ice cream, Jennie?” he asked. The girl hesitated. “I came t’ the fair with Gus Bamber,” she said. “An’ what do you think, we hadn’t no more’n got here when Sutton got after Gus t’ help him in the refreshment booth. Said the other fellow he’d hired wasn’t no good at mixin’ drinks; an’ so nothin’ would do but he must have Gus t’ help. Both of us was awful mad; but we didn’t das’ say so to old Sutton. He’s somethin’ fierce if you don’t do ’xactly as he says.” “Who’s Gus?” asked David. “Well, that’s pretty good!” giggled the girl. “I guess you’d ought t’ know Gus Bamber b’ this time. He waits on you often enough at the Eagle.” “Oh, you mean Sutton’s barkeep—Gus; yes, that’s so. I didn’t know his name was Bamber, though.” “It is,” the girl said. “Augustus Bamber. I think it’s a real nice name, too. But I don’t like it ’s well’s I do yours.” “That’s kind of you,” drawled David. “_Mrs._ Augustus Bamber sounds pretty well, though—eh, Jennie?” The girl moved her shoulders gently. “Not on your life!” she said positively. “‘N’ I’ve told him so more’n fifty times already, I guess.” She lifted her eyes to David’s with innocent coquetry. “I don’t b’lieve in gettin’ married t’ anybody ’nless you’re awfully in love with ’em. That’s what I keep tellin’ Gus, but he says——” “Are you coming with me to get that ice cream?” asked David, stifling a yawn. “I dunno whether I’ve got the nerve,” murmured the girl. “The ice cream’s in the same booth where Gus is; it’s right acrost from where Sutton’s got his concession. ’F he should see me—with you——” “What do you suppose he’d do about it?” inquired David. “Gus—er—went off and left you, didn’t he?” He paused to laugh sourly; then added, “And my girl wouldn’t come with me; so I guess it’s up to us to do the best we can to have a good time, Jennie. If you’ll come along with me, we’ll take in the whole darned show.” “If you think it would be all right, Mr. Whitcomb.” “Why shouldn’t it be all right, I’d like to know?” “I don’t know, only——” “Only what? Out with it, little girl.” “I—I’m kind of scared of you, Mr. Whitcomb,” faltered the girl. “You—you’re so—tall—’n’—’n’ handsome, ’n’ you——” David laughed outright. The girl’s eyes and voice conveyed so delicious a flattery that he could not help the tenderness that crept into his words. “Why, you dear little goose, you,” he said in her ear, “I won’t hurt you, and nobody else shall, either, when I’m around. Come, we’ll go and eat that ice cream, right where Augustus Bamber, Esquire, can see us; then we’ll take in the other attractions. Have you seen anything yet?”