“Teagan, you’re all right—here’s to you!”
“Get out of my plate, you dog! Oh, you wanted to help me to some succotash? Well, why didn’t you say so?”
“Whache think o’ the swell that’s movin’ in at the corner? Didche ask him to the party?”
“Say, I’ll tell you one thing.”
“What?”
“He’s got a real fur coat—real fur.”
“Did you ask him?”
“Sorry he’s not moved in yet.”
“Sure he is. Didn’t Pansy get a squint in his studio? He came in to-day,” said Belle.
“Who else didn’t come?” said Myrtle Popper (who had vowed to eat lobster), looking at King O’Leary from her smiling green eyes.