"Let's have it, little girl; I'm sure it's a sporting toast." "_Who eats your grub and drinks your booze_," continued she.
"Shut up, Julie," said Tommy, leaning over as if to snatch her glass.
"_And then goes home to her mother to snooze_," called Julie breathlessly, leaning back.
"_I don't think_," ejaculated Donovan.
Julie tipped down the drink.

"You knew it all the time," she said.

And they all burst out laughing.
Peter drank, and called for another, his eyes on Julie.

He knew that he could not sum her up, but he refused to believe that this was the secret behind the eyes.

She was too gay, too insolent.