You air, too, to me. Better’n an angel! I’ll put this flower in yer hair—
Betty
No.
Lloyd
’S like a star.
Betty
No, no. Whur’d you git it at?
Lloyd (puzzled)
Why, here.
Betty (strangely)
You air, too, to me. Better’n an angel! I’ll put this flower in yer hair—
Betty
No.
Lloyd
’S like a star.
Betty
No, no. Whur’d you git it at?
Lloyd (puzzled)
Why, here.
Betty (strangely)