He drew an enormous fur coat from the car and held
it up for her arms.

"You think I'll need that?" she asked.

His white teeth gleamed in a friendly smile.

"Take it from me, Kiddo, you certainly will!"

She winced just a little at the common expression,
but he said it with such a quick, boyish enthusiasm,
she wondered whether he were quoting the expression
from the Bowery boy's vocabulary or using it in a
facetious personal way.

"I knew you'd need it. So I brought it for you,"
he added genially.

"Thanks," she murmured, lifting her arms and
drawing the coat about her trim figure.

He helped her into the car and drew from his pocket
a light pair of goggles.

"Now these, and you're all hunky-dory!"

"Will I need these, too?" she asked incredulously.

"Will you!" he cried. "You wouldn't ask