"I think he means to."
"Well, if he does, I wonder what he'll say. Love me and the world is mine. I guess that's about what he will say. The world is my oyster and I'll let you keep it in your stew, if you'll be good."
"Mr. Piggy Chambers," said Elizabeth, "Oh!"
"If she says 'yes' to that freak, I'll—I'll disown her."
"Oh, let's not think of it."
"There isn't much else I can think of," Elizabeth said. "Oh, but look! Sixty-four, sixty-five. Those are black Portuguese, and they count." Two swarthy fishermen in bright blouses were passing them on the narrow street.
"You've caught up with me," Peggy said. "I was four ahead of you for a long time."
"We'll probably get them all just in time to shake hands with Tommy Robbins and Billy Dean."
"I won't," said Peggy.
"You might have to," Elizabeth argued. "Supposing we were going away and they came to say good-bye, and held out their hands to shake hands. We'd have to shake them."