"Good lookin'!" he sneered; "call yourself good lookin', do you?"
"Well, I think you intimated as much, did he not boys?"
They all said he had, and the laugh was turned on him; but he exclaimed doggedly,
"I don't care! I'm not goin' to call you Snooks!"
"And what do you propose to call me?"
"I'll call you Mary."
"But Mary is not my name."
"I don't care! It's the name of all the nice girls I know!"
"Very good! I too shall probably be a nice girl if I live to grow up, but just now it seems as if I should die in infancy—am too good to live."
"You're the greatest torment ever any man saw."