"Indian!"
"I haven't mussed you," observed Phil, placing her gloves on the new mahogany table, "since you started up the new bank. It's about time we were celebrating."
He threw up his arms to ward off the threatened attack, and when he opened his eyes and peered out she was sitting on the table with the demurest of expressions upon her countenance.
"False alarm; only I object to your comments on my complexion. I'm some burnt; but as it isn't painful to me, the rest of creation needn't worry."
"Well, you needn't kick the legs of that table with your sneakers; that table cost money!"
"Really! Woeful extravagance. Did you see Aunt Josephine holding my hand?"
"I did," replied Amzi. "What's eating Josie?"
"She seemed to want to kiss and make up. I excused myself owing to the heat of the day."
"Humph! I'll tell you something, Phil, if you'll sit in a chair and be nice."