now, or you are insultingly impolite. I don't care to waste any more words or time with you," and she turned haughtily toward the door.
He had leaned against the piano, but now he lurched forward and cried out. "I 'm sorry if I hurt yore feelin's that way—I shore didn't mean to. Ain't we goin' to make up?" he asked, anxiously.
"Do you mean that?" she demanded, pausing and looking around.
"You know I do, Annie. Le's make up—come on; le's make up."
"Well; I'll try you, an' see."
"Play some more. You play beautiful," he assured her with heavy gravity.
"I'm tired of—but, say: Can you play poker?" she asked, eagerly.
"Why, shore; who can't?"
"Well, I can't, for one. I want to learn, so I can win my money back from Jim. He taught me, but all I had time to learn was how to lose."
Sammy regarded her in puzzled surprise and gradually the idea became plain. "Did he teach
