"I'd have enough sense then to know better than to ask you, honey. You 'ain't got that fourteen-carat look in your eye for nothing. You're the kind that's going to bring in a big fish, and I wish it to you."
"Lots you know."
"Come on; let me ride you around the block, then."
"If—if you like my company so much, can't you just take a walk with me or come out and sit on our steps awhile?"
"Lord, girl, Flamm Avenue is hot enough to fry my soul to-night!"
"We can't all have fathers that live in thirty-room houses out in
Kingsmoreland Place."
"Thank God for that! I sneaked home this morning to change my clothes, and thought maybe I'd got into somebody's mausoleum by mistake."
"Was—was your papa around, Charley?"
"In the library, shut up with old man Brookes."
"Did he—did he see the morning papers? You know what he said last time,
Charley, when the motor-cycle cop chased you down an embankment."