"Don't you call me 'Bobs,' you young devil."
"Oh, all right! Doctor Bobs. Come down. I've got a fer-rightful gash in my knee."
"Well, don't show it to the world. I'll be there immediately."
"If you want to be the family benefactor," said Mary Delia as he was leaving, "marry Pat. Nobody else ever will."
"You're a liar!" came the hoarse voice from outside. There was a pause as for consideration. "A stinkin' liar," it concluded with conviction.
"Pat!" called her mother.
"Oh, very well! But I bet I'm married before I'm Dee's age. And to a better man than Jimmy James. He's a chaser."
"We've got to send that child away to school," said Mona Fentriss in amused dismay as the door closed behind Osterhout. "She's growing up any old way, and she seems to know everything that's going on.... Dee, are you really going to marry Jimmy James?"
"I think so. Any objections?"
"Well, Ada Clare, you know."