Didn't you hear Alice say so ?" "Sure, I heard her say so." "Well, then----" Walter interrupted him with a little music.

Looking shrewdly at Alice, he sang: "I was walkin' out on Monday with my sweet thing.
She's my neat thing, My sweet thing: I'll go round on Tuesday night to see her.
Oh, how we'll spoon----" "Walter!" his mother cried.

"WHERE do you learn such vulgar songs ?" However, she seemed not greatly displeased with him, and laughed as she spoke.
"So that's it, Alice!" said Adams.

"Playing the hypocrite with your old man, are you?
It's some new beau, is it ?" "I only wish it were," she said, calmly.

"No.