She----" "Ole Palmer's a hearty, slap you-on-the-back ole berry," Walter interrupted; adding in a casual tone, "All I'd like, I'd like to hit him." "Walter! By the way, you mustn't forget to ask Mildred for a dance before the evening is over." "Me ?" He produced the lop-sided appearance of his laugh, but without making it vocal.

"You watch me do it!" "She probably won't have one left, but you must ask her, anyway." "Why must I ?" "Because, in the first place, you're supposed to, and, in the second place, she's my most intimate friend." "Yeuh?
Is she?
I've heard you pull that 'most-intimate-friend' stuff often enough about her.

What's SHE ever do to show she is ?" "Never mind.

You really must ask her, Walter.

I want you to; and I want you to ask several other girls afterwhile; I'll tell you who." "Keep on wanting; it'll do you good." "Oh, but you really----" "Listen!" he said.