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 "That gimme the nerve to swing down here," she pregnantly acknowledged.

Wallaby Sam put aside his knife and fork. Then, still meditatively, he moved his head slowly up and down.

"You're a clever girl!" he quietly declared. "You deserve a better line of work!"

"I'm wit' yuh there!"

"And I'm going to give it to you."

"When?" asked Sadie.

"As soon as I finish this meal," replied Wallaby Sam with decision. But still he sat regarding her without the slightest spirit of animus.

"And where'll it be?" asked the careless-eyed Sadie.

"Right over in my office," was the answer.

"Then s'posin' yuh loosen up and order me a Peach Melba and a cup o' cawfee," suggested the pert-faced girl, with a shrug of indifference. "For if I work wit' a party, I also eat wit' him!"

Wallaby Sam studied her as she sat licking whipped cream from her long-handled spoon. She did it with a quietness oddly feline. He studied her as she smiled back at him over her demi-tasse,