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Page 99
Polly, deeply serious, replied: "No--that ain't it--boudoir."
Slim ransacked his memory for the word. "Boudoir," he continued
reflectively. "One of them 'fo' de wah' things we ust to have
down in Kentucky?"
An explanation was demanded of him, and he proceeded to invent
one. "Well, first you get a--get a--" Polly had fooled him so
many times that he became suspicious in the midst of his
creation, and asked:
"Look a here--you're sure you don't know what boudoir is?"
"Why, of course not," answered Polly simply.
Slim was relieved by her reply.
"All right," he resumed, crossing his legs, as if the position
would help him better to think. "A boudoir is a see-gar."
"A see-gar?" echoed Polly, distinctly disappointed. Bud's offer
to duplicate the boudoir was now reduced to the proportions of
"two fer a nickel."
"Yep," assured the Sheriff. "They are named after a Roosian--one
of them diplomat fellers."
"What's a diplomat?" Polly was finding Slim a mine of
information, but all of the sort that needed plenty of expansion.
Slim chuckled, and with a twinkle in his eye drawled: "A
diplomat is a man that steals your hat and coat, and then
explains it so well that you give him your watch and chain.
Sabe?"
Polly did not understand. She felt that Slim was laughing at
her, but she could not see any fun in his remark. To end the
discussion, however, she said: "I sabe."
Polly sauntered away from the wagon. As she passed Slim, he
tried to put his arm about her waist. She skilfully evaded him.
The Sheriff joined her in the shade of cottonwood. "You know
I've been thinking a lot of you lately, Miss Polly?"
"Only lately?" she asked mischievously.
"Well, yes--that is--"
This conversation was becoming too personal for Bud, who in an
effort to hear all Slim had to say moved incautiously in the
wagon. Slim heard him.
"Who's in that wagon?" he cried, moving toward it. "Show Low
asleep?"
"No. Buddy," said Polly, thinking she might as well confess the
deception first as last, and using the childish nickname of her
lover in order to soften Slim's anger against him.
"Nobody," repeated Slim, not fully convinced that he was
mistaken, but stopping in deference to Polly's apparent denial.
"Who do you s'pose," asked Polly pertly, taking courage when she
found that Slim did not continue his investigation. "You ain't
after any Buddy, are you?"
"No, but I'll just take a look in here, 'cause I got somethin'
particular to say to you, Miss Polly, an' I don't want no
listeners." And he moved forward again.
At this juncture Polly began to ply her arts as a coquette.
Looking shyly at Slim, she murmured, "Are you sure you are not
after ANYbody?" The emphasis on the last word was so plain that
a shrewder love-maker than Slim would have been deceived.
"Eh? What's that?"
Polly turned her back to him with assumed bashfulness. Slim's
courage arose at the sight. "Well, I reckon this is a pat hand
for me, and that's the way I'm a-goin' to play it, if I've got
the nerve."
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