Her father pinched her slyly at that. "Echta fresh kid," he said.
To her right, the hand at her arm clung closer.
"Effie, you—you're so young, honey. Leon Kessler's an old-timer—"
"I hate kids. Give me a man every time. I like them when they've got enough sense to—"
"Why didn't you let him go, Effie? Ain't I right, I.W.? Ain't I right?"
"S-ay, what's the difference if he likes to show her a good time? If I was a young man, I wouldn't pass her up myself."
"But, I.W., she's—so young!"
"Who's young? I'm nineteen, going on—"
"You've been running with him all the three days he's been here, honey.
What's the use getting yourself talked about?"
"Well, any girl in town would be glad to get herself talked about if
Leon Kessler was rushing her."