I wish it would come out on me that way." She ran questing fingers along her brief upper lip and round her pointed chin.

"But prob'ly I ain't old enough." "You're only a girl," declared the Wilbur twin, "and you won't ever have a beard, and you couldn't be Ben Blunt." "Only a girl!" she flashed, momentarily stung into a defense of her sex.
"Huh! I guess I'd rather be a girl than a nasty little boy with his hands simply covered with warts." The shamed hands of Wilbur Cowan sought the depths of his pockets, but he came up from the blow.
"Yes, you'd rather be a girl!" he retorted, with ponderous irony.

"It's a good thing you wasn't born in China.

Do you know what?
If you'd been born in China, when they seen what it was they'd simply have chucked you into the river to drown'd." "The idea! They would not!" "Ho! You're so smart! I guess you think you know more than that missionary that told us so at the meeting.

I guess you think he was telling lies.