"Pu-pu-pup."
"I am."
"Pu-pu-pup."
She leaned around, trying to bring her face to front his and to lift her nose to a little wrinkly smile.
"Aw, you!"
"Go home and go to bed," he said. "A nice-appearin' girl like you ought to be ashamed."
"I—ain't."
"Run along."
"Where?"
"You're barkin' up the wrong tree."