“Oh, no, he don't.”
“How do you know he don't?”
“'Cause I don't care one way or t' other.”
“You don't, eh?”
“No, I don't.”
“Well, I guess there's lots of girls that does.”
“Oh, I s'pose he's all right.”
After a silence Mamie glanced shyly up at him.
“Say, you're a friend of his, ain't you? You won't tell him what I say?”
“Should say not!” said Badeau, feeling in advance a little embarrassed. Mamie poked at the sand with her parasol as they walked.