When each one entered the eyes of the young men at the
corner table followed her with curiosity and interest, but the glances
at her escort were always of a disparaging nature.
"There's a beaut!" said Nick Baumgarten. "Get onto that pink stuff
on her hat, will you. She done it because it's just the colour of her
cheeks."
They all looked, and the girl was aware of it, and began to laugh and
talk coquettishly to the young man who was her companion.
"I wonder where she got Clarence?" said Jem Belter in sarcastic allusion
to her escort. "The things those lookers have fastened on to them gets
ME."
"If it was one of US, now," said Bert Johnson. Upon which they broke
into simultaneous good-natured laughter.
"It's queer, isn't it," young Baumgarten put in, "how a fellow always
feels sore when he sees another fellow with a peach like that? It's just
straight human nature, I guess."
The door swung open to admit a newcomer, at the sight of whom Jem Belter
exclaimed joyously: "Good old Georgie! Here he is, fellows! Get on to
his glad rags."
"Glad rags" is supposed to buoyantly describe such attire as, by its
freshness or elegance of style, is rendered a suitable adornment for
festive occasions or loftier leisure moments.
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