"Forget it.

What's the difference what the inches of your body are so long as your brain has a stature worthy of mention ?" "Good-bye!" said Linda.

"On the strength of that I'll jazz that sketch all up, bluey and red-purple and jade-green.

I'll make it as glorious as a Catalina sunset." As she swung the car around the sharp curve at the boulders she looked back and laughingly waved her hand at Peter, and Peter experienced a wild desire to shriek lest she lose control of the car and plunge down the steep incline.

A second later, when he saw her securely on the road below, he smiled to himself.
"Proves one thing," he said conclusively.