"Is—is that the house up on the hill there, Jerry?"
"Not yet. It's right around the next bend."
"Gee! My—my hands are like ice, I—I'm that nervous."
"Lemme feel."
"No."
"That's a swell way to treat a fellow who's promised to marry you."
"You—you must excuse me to-day, Jerry. Honest, without a wink of sleep last night—you must excuse me to-day. I—I'm so upset with poor Dee Dee, and on top of that so nervous about—your little girl and the house and everything. And, Dee Dee—when I think of Dee Dee."
"Don't think, Peachy; that's the way to get around that."
"I—I can't help it. You ought to seen her at the doctor's this morning, how—how the poor thing lost her nerve when he told her that there—there wasn't no hope."
"Aw, now, cut the sob stuff, Peachy! You can't help it. Nobody can, that's the trouble. Say, what kind of a little queen will they think you are if I bring you home all soppy with crying?"