"Jumping Juniper, can't a fellow miss his train just to wish a little beauty like you a Merry Christmas? But on the level, I want to take you out home with me to-night; honest I do, little spitfire."
"Crank up there, Charley-boy; you got about thirty seconds to make that train in."
"Gets you sore every time I ask you out, don't it, black-eyes? Talk about your little tin saints!"
"Say, if you was any slicker you'd slide."
"You can't scare me with those black eyes."
"Can't I, my brave boy! Say, you'd want to quarantine the dictionary if you found smallpox in it, that's how hard you are to scare."
"Well, of all the lines of talk, if you 'ain't got the greatest. Cute is no name for you."
"And say, the place where you clerk must be a classy clothes-parlor,
Charley-boy."
"Right-o, little one. If you ever pass by the Brown Haberdashery, on
Twenty-third Street, drop in, and I'll buy you a lunch."
"Tra-la! Where did you get that checked suit? And I'll bet you flag the train out at Glendale, where you live, with that tie. Oh, you Checkers!"