Sally, she told him, not being afraid even of Butch.

He got pretty sore at that and said that it was a frame-up and everyone was ag'in' him.

But finally he allowed that if she'd sit down to the table and keep him company he'd manage to make out on whatever her cook had ready to eat." "And Sally done it ?" groaned Nash.
"Sure; it was like a dare--and you know Sally.

She'd risk her whole place any time for the sake of a bet." "I know it, but don't rub it in." "She fetched out a steak and served Butch as if he'd been a king and then sat down beside him and started kiddin' him along, with all the gang of us sittin' or standin' around and laughin' fit to bust, but not loud for fear Butch would get annoyed.
"Then two things come in together and spoiled the prettiest little party that was ever started in Eldara.

First was that player piano which Sally got shipped in and paid God-knows-how-much for; the second was this greenhorn I was tellin' you about." "Go on," said Nash, the little snarl coming back in his voice.