"It made me so dizzy I nearly flopped like a seal in the pony prance. He must 'a' bought it by the keg."
"I told him it was strong enough to run his new motor-boat. Gawd, ain't I tired! How'd the aeroplane song go, Ysobel?"
"Swell! But leave it to Billy to hog your act every time. I seen him grab a laugh when the propellers was workin'."
"Undo me, Ysobel? Why'd you let Sibbie go? Can't you let me get used to having a maid, hon'?"
"Poor kid, you're dead, ain't you? But you gotta go with him to-night or he'll howl."
Della lowered her beaded lashes over eyes that smarted, and raised her arms like Niobe entreating fate.
"Sure, I gotta go. He's been bragging about this hundredth-night blow-out for a month."
"Quit squirming, Del! Hold still, can't you?"
"Five recalls on 'Let me die,' Ysobel."
"You never went better."