"Honest, you're the limit."
"What's your eyes red for?"
"They—they ain't."
"Cryin'?"
"Like fun."
"You know what I'd do if I thought you'd been crying? I'd just kiss them tears right away."
"Yes, you would not."
"Little devil!"
"Quit calling me that." But she colored as if his tribute had been a sheath of lilies.
They veered a corner sharply, skidding on the wet asphalt and all but grazing the rear wheels of a recreant taxicab.