Pearl laughed lightly.
"Have it your own way, kid! Wha'd you say your name was ?" She kissed him again.

Then he wandered off in the mystic night, far over a world reeling through golden moonshine, to reach his dark but glowing little room at an hour that would have disquieted Winona.

It was the following day that he cheered her by displaying a new attention to his apparel, and it was before the ensuing Friday night dance that he had submitted his hands to her for embellishment--talking casually of love at first sight.
There followed for him a time of fearful delight, not unmarred by spells of troubled wonder.

Pearl was not exclusively enough his.

She danced with other men; she chatted with them as with her peers.