Sally stopped and drew a deep breath. Ginger Kemp did not reply for a moment. He seemed greatly impressed.
“ When you talk quick,” he said at length, in a serious meditative voice, “your nose sort of goes all squiggly. Ripping, it looks!”
Sally uttered an indignant cry.
“ Do you mean to say you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying,” she demanded.
“ Oh, rather! Oh, by Jove, yes.”
“ Well, what did I say?”
“ You... er... And your eyes sort of shine, too.”
“ Never mind my eyes. What did I say?”
“ You told me,” said Ginger, on reflection, “to get a job.”
“ Well, yes. I put it much better than that, but that's what it amounted to, I suppose. All right, then. I'm glad you...”
Ginger was eyeing her with mournful devotion. “I say,” he interrupted, “I wish you'
