Now we have good fellows, and thoroughbreds, and belongers.

Not many of this girl's type." Katie wanted to chuckle.

But suddenly the unborn chuckle dissolved into a sea of awe.
Thoughts and smoke seemed circling around Wayne together; and perhaps the blue rim of it all was dreams.

His face was not what one would expect the face of a man engaged in making warfare more deadly to be as he murmured, not to Katie but to the thin outer rim, softly, as to rims barely material: "And more than that--a woman." He puzzled her.

"Well, Wayne," she laughed, "aren't you getting a little--cryptic?
I certainly told you--by implication--that she was both a lady and a woman.