I believe I'd kinda like it.

And while I'm standing in the corner--on one foot--you can tell me all you're mad at me for." The Little Doctor looked at him, bit her lip, and then found that her eyes were blurred so that his face seemed to waver and grow dim.

And Luck Lindsay, because he saw the tears, laid a hand on her shoulder, and pushed her ever so gently into a chair.
"Tell me what's worrying you.

If it's anything that I have done, I'll have one of the boys take me out and shoot me; it's what I would deserve.
But I certainly can't think of anything--" "Do you know that you have filled little Claude's mind up with stories about moving pictures till he's just crazy?
He told me just now that he's going with you when you go back, and act in your company.

And if I won't let him go, he said, he'd run away and 'hit a freight-train outa Dry Lake,' and get to California, anyway.