"That's just it. You'd both have got to scrapping and screaming at each other and nothing told."
"Better nothing told, as far as you are concerned," she flashed at him fiercely, and then lapsed into sullen silence.
"Hello! Hello!" Hughie's voice came to them from a side avenue or narrower path down which he had wandered.
"Hello, yourself," Flick answered. "We'll wait for you right here."
"Bob." Pearl's soft voice held no evidence of rancor. "Tell me something quick, before he reaches us. Tell me true, and I'll be good friends, honest, I will."
"You know I'll tell you anything I can."
"Then—then—is she—that woman in Colina—pretty? As pretty as I am?"
He smiled bitterly. "No one's as pretty as you, Pearl. No, she ain't pretty."
"Well, what does she look like?" impatiently.
"Nothing much. Why, I don't know, just looks like most every other woman you see."