"Pooh!" says Vee. "You're not a bit richer than I am."
"Boy, page the auditin' committee!" says I. "How strong do you tally up?"
"I'm sure I don't know," says she. "Neither do you, Mister Torchy."
"Oh, yes, I do," says I. "I've got just the same as you."
Vee runs out the tip of her tongue at me.
"That's the sort of disposition," says she, "which goes with red hair."
"Towhead yourself!" says I. "What kind of a scramble has the cook got on the eggs to-day?"
"You'd better order soft-boiled," says Vee. "I'll open them for you."
"Will you?" says I. "Just this once, or does that stand?"
"This—this is so abrupt!" says Vee, snickerin'.