"Oh, fire away, slow-coach!"
"Well, girls," began Laura gamely, breathing a little hard.—"But, mind, you must never utter a word of what I'm going to tell you. It's a dead secret, and IF you let on——"
"S' help me God!"
"Ananias and Sapphira!"
"Oh, DO hurry up."
"Well ... well, he's just the most—oh, I don't know how to say it, girls—the MOST——"
"Just scrumptious, I suppose, eh?"
"Just positively scrumptious, and ..."
"And what'd he do?"
"And what about his old sketch of a wife?"