had a man with money she'd be scared stiff to make him sore. But, gee, Lillian was independent.
"I've got to see about the telephone and gas and electricity," said Lillian, "but I guess Hubert will do that. He ought to do something. Here I've had all the trouble of shopping. Oh, gee, I nearly forgot. I got to buy a wedding ring."
"Now?"
"No, I'll wait till tomorrow. I guess I can get it in Inwood. I want one of those white gold ones with orange blossoms."
"I got mine in Woolworth's," said Louise. "It's nice to have, you know, if we go like down to Asbury over the week-end."
"Yeh, I'd get one in Woolworth's too if I was like you. Billy will give you a real one some day but that's out in my case; so I'm going to get the white gold one now."
"Do you care?"
"Care about what?"
"That Hubert can't marry you? Are you crazy about him?"
Pressing close. People were never satisfied unless they were asking questions. They had to press close to you and try to look inside of you. If they stood at a distance and watched they'd find out more. Words were nothing.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think you're crazy about him."
"Then that's all settled. You won't have to ask again."
