They've not only been my business and my means of
earning a livelihood, they've been my religion, my diversion, my life,
my pet pastime. I've lived petticoats, I've talked petticoats, I've
sold petticoats, I've dreamed petticoats--why, I've even worn the
darned things! And that's more than any man will ever do for you."
[Illustration: "'I've lived petticoats, I've talked petticoats, I've
dreamed petticoats--why, I've even worn the darn things!'"]
Young T. A. rose. He laughed a little laugh of sheer admiration.
Admiration shone, too, in those eyes of his which so many women found
irresistible. He took a step forward and laid one well-shaped hand on
Emma McChesney's arm. She did not shrink, so he let his hand slip down
the neat blue serge sleeve until it reached her snugly gloved hand.
"You're all right!" he said. His voice was very low, and there was a
new note in it. "Listen, girlie. I've just bought a new sixty-power
machine. Have dinner with me to-night, will you? And we'll take a run
out in the country somewhere.
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