"Spunkie, come here! You've simply got to play with me.

Do you hear?
I want to be gay--_gay_--GAY! He's gay.

He's down there with those men, where he wants to be.

Where he'd _rather_ be than be with me! Do you think I want him to come home and find me moping over a stupid old book?
Not much! I'm going to have him find me gay, too.
Now, come, Spunkie; hurry--wake up! He'll be here right away, I'm sure." And Billy shook a pair of worsted reins, hung with little soft balls, full in Spunkie's face.
But Spunkie would not wake up, and Spunkie would not play.

She pretended to.