"You mustn't take it personally at all," she said, "if I tell you that I am disappointed in the boys; in Andy and Rosemary especially, because they ought to appreciate the little home they have made, and stay with it.

One sort of expects Pink and Big Medicine and Weary to do outlandish things.

They haven't really grown up, and they never will.

But I am disappointed, just the same, that they should want to go performing around and shooting blank cartridges and making clowns of themselves for moving pictures.
Still, that's their own business, of course, if they want to be silly enough to do it.

But now little Claude has taken the fever--and I wish, Mr.Lindsay, you could do something to--" She stopped, but not because what she said was hurting Luck's feelings.