I reckon she's mebbe twenty-five.

I never ast her." "Naturally.

How did you meet her?
When?
Where?
I'm a terribly romantic old fool." Gray hitched his chair closer and leaned forward, his face keen with interest.
"Well, sir, it's a regular story, like in a book.

I was in a restaurant with a coupla fellers an' a feller she was with struck her--" "Struck her ?" "Yep.

He was her brother, so she told me.