"Quit!"
"Dear child—you mustn't act like that—here—hold out your—"
"Quit!"
"Come now—"
"We want jobs, me and my little sister—when she gets here. I told you about her, you remember. I—I've had experience on Western—"
"Naughty—naughty eyes—devilish eyes! Don't you look at me like that—don't! You big little devil, you!"
"What is it, sir?"
"Good! Sit there with the sun on you—you've got hair like—"
"I've had experience with first-row—"
"Gad!" He swerved suddenly forward in his chair so that his small feet touched the floor. "Gad, stand up there—stand over there in that sunshine by the window!"