It sounds like something with three legs.

Not but what I'd rather be a biological freak than a grind--or a prude." "Be at peace," drily advised Wayne.
"Ann was quiet to-night," mused Katie, feeling an irresistible desire to get back to her post of duty, not because there was any need for her being there, but merely because she liked the post.

"She felt a little strange, I think.

She has been much alone and with people of a different sort." "And I presume it never occurred to you, Katie, that neither Ann nor I was fairly surfeited with opportunities for conversational initiative?
Just drop me a hint sometime when you are not going to be at home, will you?
I should like a chance to get acquainted with your friend." Katie was straightway the hen with feathers ruffled over her brood.

"You must be careful, Wayne," she clucked at him.