"Tell me--how about that ?" "About _what_ ?" "Ah, you know what I mean," young Haight replied, feeling like a little boy, "about what you said at your house that Sunday night.

Please tell me; you don't know how much it means to me." "Oh, there's Delphine at the door!" suddenly exclaimed Turner.

"Now, really, I _must_ go down.

She doesn't know where to go; she's so stupid!" "No," he answered, "not until you tell me!" He caught her hand, refusing to let it go.
"Ah, how mean you are to corner me so!" she cried laughing and embarrassed.

"Must I--well--I know I shouldn't.