“Do,” echoed Hal. “I’m sure you are tired out with your day’s work.”
“Don’t be so superior,” he retorted. “Just because you can type a certain number of words per minute, you give yourself such airs.”
“Well, that’s a better reason than the fact of being a few inches longer than most people.”
“Now you two,” put in Lorraine, “don’t start quarrelling in such a hurry. Try and be nice and polite to each other for a few minutes.”
“Baby doesn’t like me when I’m polite,” said Hal.
“I’ve never had a chance to judge.”
“Liar. What about the first time we met?”
“I thought you were rather nice in those days. Your offensive attitude is only of comparatively recent date.”
“Oh, don’t sit there like a stodgy old book-worm, reeling off nicely rounded sentences.”
“I hope it might impress you with the incongruity of addressing me as an infant.”