“Gee, Freckles!” says Squint.
Freckles only drew in a deep breath.
“I'm awful sorry for you, Freckles,” says Squint, “honest, I am.”
“You always been a good pal, Squint,” says Freckles. “Ain't there anything can be done about it?”
“Nope,” says Freckles.
“The Dalton Gang could make things so hot for her she'd have to give up school,” says Squint, very hopeful. “If you didn't see her any more, you'd maybe get over it, Freckles.”
“No, Squint, I don't want her run out.”
“Don't want her run out! Say, Freckles, you don't mean to say you like being in love with her?”
“Well,” says Freckles, “if I did like it, that would be a good deal of disgrace, wouldn't it?”
“Gosh darn her!” says Squint.