"Oh, yes."
"Really? What?"
"Oh, lions and tigers and things."
"Now you make me afraid," she shuddered.
"I met a lion in there to-night," he said; "that's what delayed me. If I see another one, I'll jab him with one of these knitting needles. Hear that screech-owl? He sounds like the Kaiser'll feel next year.—Do you know that Blakeley kid?"
"Roy? Surely I do. Everybody knows him."
"He's all wool and a yard wide, isn't he?"
"Yes, he's fine."
"Look out you don't trip on that rock.—He walked down the street with me last night and talked about—about that Slade fellow."