"The second from her this week, and I haven't written her.

Answering letters should be part of a man's honor, so instead of cruising about on the deck, I reckon I'd better sit down and write Belle." "What are you going to tell her ?" asked Dan quietly, without looking up.
"Hang it all!" grumbled Dave.

"This is where the situation begins to be tough.

Of course you understand how things are, Danny boy, and you are aware that I have asked Belle to take upon herself the right to be equally interested with me in my career." "It is tough," assented Dan, with ready sympathy, and laying aside his book for the moment.

"If my memory serves, Belle asked particularly, when she was here, that you let her know how the Jetson row turned out." "Yes; she did." "And now you've got to tell her--what ?" "Have I got to tell her ?" wondered Darrin aloud.