“Sure.”
“Well,” remarked Creede, “you’re a hell of a feller! But I reckon I learned somethin’,” he added philosophically, “and when I want somebody to tell my troubles to, I’ll know where to go. Say, she’s all right, ain’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“Who’re you talkin’ about?”
“Who’re you?”
“Oh, you know, all right, all right––but, say!”
“Well?”
“It’s a pity she don’t like cats.”