12/33 Dallas, I believe, is a pretty lively--" "She's a stranger here," Buddy broke in, stiffly. His enthusiasm had cooled; he regarded Gray with veiled displeasure. "An' besides, she ain't that kind of a girl." "Oh! Sorry! I thought from what you said--that headache--bottles in your closet, too! My mistake, Buddy." "She'll take a drink, with me," the youth confessed. "Anyhow, she's gettin' so she will. I don't see anything wrong in a woman takin' a drink now an' then with a man she--with a man that's honorable." The last words were voiced defiantly. |