“Tell me, — —ing; what is it?”
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“At the b-b-b-beginning, of course.”
“With some people I should; but do you know that you are a very queer creature?”
“Your fault; I was just like other people till I met you,—a little cracked ever since.”
“Oh, I like you that way.” And she gave his arm a little involuntary squeeze. [Nothing of the kind. Al.]
“How am I queer, then?”
“Well, you never tell people anything.”
“I have told you a good many things within the last day or two.”
“Only one thing, but that a good many times. But I am not a bit tired of hearing it.”