For a moment it knocked me silly.

Say, you're an artist all right, my girl.
That was a great stunt.

Why, those boys down below hardly breathed until you disappeared.

You ought to get a chance in Chicago; you 'd be wearing diamonds.

Damned if I was n't honestly proud of you myself." The girl caught her breath sharply, her hand pressed tightly against her side.
"What--what was it you desired of Beth Norvell ?" she questioned.
Farnham's white teeth gleamed in a sudden smile of appreciation.
"Hope you are not becoming jealous," he said insinuatingly.
"Positively no occasion, I assure you, for it was not to make love to the girl, I wanted to see her.