"You are so!" says she. "Old fuss budget! Stewcat!"
"Rattlehead!" says Dudley.
"Don't mind me," I breaks in. "I'm havin' my manners improved."
All that brings out, though, is a glance and a shoulder shrug, and they proceed with the squabble.
"Dud Chandler," says Marjorie determined, "I am going to drive the car today! You did yesterday for an hour."
"That's entirely different," says Dudley. "I'm used to it, and Henry said I might."
"And Henry says I may too—so there!" says Marjorie. "And you know I'm just crazy to try it on Fifth Avenue."
"You'd look nice, wouldn't you?" says Brother scornful. "A limousine!"
"But Bud Adams let me drive theirs; in Boston too," protests Marjorie.
"Bud Adams is a bonehead, then," says Dudley.