It's a very simple method but you couldn't beat it." "Bud, you ain't half old enough to kid me." "What you need," he persisted calmly, "is someone who would sit down and simply talk good, plain English to you." "Let 'er go." "In the first place I will call attention to your method of dressing." "Anything wrong with it ?" "I knew you'd be interested." She slipped into a chair and sat cross-legged in it, her elbows on her knees and her chin cupped in both her hands.
"Sure I'm interested.

If there's a new way fixin' ham-and, serve it out." "I would begin," he went on judiciously, "by saying that you dressed in five minutes in the dark." "It's generally dark at 5 a.m.," she admitted.
"You look, on the whole, as if you'd fallen into your clothes." The wounded man stirred and groaned faintly.
She called: "Lie down, Butch; I'm busy.

Go on, Bard." "If you keep a mirror it's a wall decoration--not for personal use." "Maybe this is an old method, Bard; but around this place it'd be a quick way of gettin' shot." "Angry ?" "You'd peeve a mule." "This was only an introduction.

The next thing is to sit close beside you and shift the lamp so that the light would shine on your face; then take your hand--" He suited his action to his word.
"Let go my hand, Bard.

It's like the rest of me--not a decoration but for use." "Afraid of me, Sally ?" "Not of a regiment like you." "Then of my method ?" "Go on; I'm game." "But this is all there is to it." "What d'you mean ?" "Just what I say.