You can always see that a man needs a woman to help him out awful bad.
Of course Laddie knew he was handsome; he had to know all of them were looking at him curiously, but he stood there buttoning his glove and laughing to himself until Sarah Hood asked: "Now what are you up to ?" He took a step toward her, ran one hand under her lanternjawed chin, pulled her head against his side and turned up her face.
"Sarah," he said, "'member the day we spoiled the washing ?" Every one laughed.

They had made jokes about it until our friends knew what they meant.
"What are you going to spoil now ?" asked Sarah.
"The Egyptians! The 'furriners.' I'm going right after them!" "Well, you could be in better business," said Sarah Hood sharply.
Laddie laughed and squeezed her chin, and hugged her head against him.
"Listen to that, now!" he cried.

"My best friend going back on me.
Sarah, I thought you, of all people, would wish me luck." "I do!" she said instantly.

"And that's the very reason I don't want you mixed up with that mysterious, offish, stuck-up mess." "Bless your dear heart!" said Laddie, giving her a harder squeeze than ever.

"You got that all wrong, Sarah.