"Petticoats!"
"Alas!"
"A lot of silly, yapping, gushing, fluffy, giggling, tee-heeing, tittering, languishing, vapid, useless—"
"My boy, immense! Go on!"
"Confound Bob Story, why the deuce did he rope me into this? I loathe females."
"And one just dotes on you," said McCarthy, with the expression of a Cheshire cat.
"I won't go," said Stover loudly.
"Are you going in that green symphony?"
"Why not?"