When dinner was finished, they went, all except Queenie, into the next room which was in every way a Front Parlor, a big handsome room, but filled with shiny furniture upholstered in a sickly green, and lit only by a chandelier in the ceiling.
Brett brought in a box of chips and two decks of cards, he set up a folding table in the center of the room. “Let’s see,” he said. “Five of us—”
“Thanks, but I’ll just watch,” said Susie.
“Oh, no!” said Dr. Jacobs. “You must sit in.”
“I don’t know how—”
“I’ll teach you,” he said.
“Well, thanks,” said Susie, “but I don’t think I will. Not tonight, thanks.”
“Oh, come on!” said the doctor, and took her arm.
Somehow, she did not like that. “No, thanks!” she said.
Then he tried to pull her toward the table. Just as Charles Loder had wanted to pul
