"What bottle?"
"The one that bangs on your ribs when the breeze blows."
"Now listen here, lady...." He came down the step.
"Boney, I'm only kidding. You know that."
"Kidding. Kidding. And here I was giving you inside information. Inside information."
"What information?"
Bringing his drawn face so close that they could smell the wine, he gave both women a look of scorn. Then he backed away and leaned his padded shoulder against the lion.
"Boney, she's sorry," said Miss Erwin.
"I am not," said Miss Knox.