I refuse to say another word.

I have subsided.

Now, may I have some more tea ?" Anne filled the stout young man's cup and handed it to him with a smile.
"What are you going to be when you grow up, Hippy ?" she asked mischievously.
"A brakeman," replied Hippy promptly.

"I always did like to ride on trains.

That's why I am spending four years in college." "Don't waste your breath on him, Anne," advised Nora.