“Kurt Walters was only acting sheriff.”
“That’s so. We seem to be mostly actingers or actorines,” he allowed. “Say!” turning ferociously to Francis, “what business has a boy looking like an owl? Loosen up, and have some pep!”
The boy’s fair face flushed.
“It’s none of your business how I look, Jo Gary!”
“Wow! Now you’re talking. We can’t fight before a lady, though.”
“Cook says you look like a wishbone, Jo,” taunted Billy, coming to his brother’s defense.
“She did, did she? Well, the cook can hang me over her door, and then—I’ll kiss her.”
“I’ll tell her, and she won’t dance with you to-night.”
“If you do,” threatened Jo, “I won’t tell you where there are four little, new kittens what haven’t got their peepers opened yet.”
“Oh, where, Jo? We’ll not tell her. Please, Jo!” pleaded Betty.