“Huh, she used to like Bill herself, didn't she?”
“Does yet. She's poisoned nearly as often as Iva Payne is.”
“H'm; anybody else after Bill?”
“Only May Young.”
“And you.”
“Oh, me! I'm just a débutante. I'm not after anybody yet.”
“Well, you keep off my Petticoat preserves! That Big Bill person is mine—and I won't stand for any nonsense about that.”
“My goodness, Warble, I didn't know you had so much spunk. Lotta says you haven't any.”
“She'll find out! Go on, what else did the cats say?”
“They made fun of your party—”