“Yeah?” Thus Harp sarcastically.
“Yeah. I don’t care much for a girl that talks all the time about another feller.”
“Who’d she talk about?” demanded Harp quickly.
“If you don’t know, I’m not goin’ to tell yuh.”
“Leach?”
“Nope; never mentioned his name.”
“Huh!” Harp arose and yawned widely. “Is Mrs. Wesson at home?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I think yo’re a liar, Brick.”
“Well, why don’tcha go and find out for yourself, Harp?”