Mary lifted her chin and watched the traffic. Presently he turned into a side street and ran on for half a block.
"Anyhow, here's where we take lunch," he announced.
[CHAPTER X]
The Leopard's Spots
Pete hitched the largest chair forward, lifted a foot to the top of Bill's writing-table, crossed the other upon it and glared sourly at the wall in front of him.
"You'll get to like it yet," he predicted.
"Bull!" observed Bill. "I'm a leopard. I can't change 'em."
"You can have 'em changed for you all right. Many a good leopard has been skinned, Bill."