"But what I told him was about you."
"Well, if what you said wasn't good you wouldn't be here to tell about it, so it don't concern me."
He attempted to smile, but failed. "I don't know about that."
"You don't know about anything—much."
"Enough to know what I think of you."
"Hope you know what I think of you."
"Ah," said Peters, "I don't reckon you think of me very often."
Lou got up and went to him, looked straight into his eyes and said: "Think of you! Why, I never know you are on earth till you come where I am and then I spend my time tryin' to forget you are there."
"Well, now," replied Peters, "that ain't very polite."
She stepped back and looked at him in pretended astonishment. "Was anybody ever polite to you?"