"I feel pretty much intoxicated to-night, Honey," he said.

"I think I need soothing, or something--and you know what music does to the savage breast.

Let 's play." "All right.

You've been staying away lately till I thought you were mad," Honey assented rather eagerly, and opened the little gate in the half partition just as Bud was vaulting the counter, which gave her a great laugh and a chance for playful scuffling.

Bud kissed her and immediately regretted the caress.
Jerry had told him to play the piano, but Bud took his mandolin and played that while Honey thumped out chords for him.