"Say, kiddo, I like you."
"Silly!" she said, softly.
"I ain't foolin'."
"I'll be ready at six," she said, lightly. "If you can't come let me know."
"I ain't the sort to do things snide," he said. "If I can't come I'll put you wise, all right."
"You certainly know how to treat a girl," she said.
"Let me get to likin' a goil, and there ain't nothin' I won't do for her."
"You sure can run a machine, Mr. Barker."
"You wait till I let loose some speed along the Hudson road, and then you'll see some real drivin'; last night wasn't nothin'."
"Oh, Mr. Barker!"