"Who, Smith?"
"There are others."
"I know I'm not much of a sq—ladies'-man," he persisted; "but I can learn, can't I?"
"Your manners are not very dreadful when you think about them; but oh, you have lots to master, the little things, you know."
"I let you carry your books this morning—"
"Bravo!—if you only learn to think of them sooner—all the little ways a girl—"
"Sure—you can teach me and rap my knuckles—"
"That would be a pleasure. I've wanted to do it for months."
"And, you see, you'd have the distinction of being the only one I couldn't hold out against."