He gets awfully grouchy over the least little thing--" "Marion, how old is he ?" Kate had been holding her hair away from her face and staring all the while with shocked eyes at Marion.
"Oh, I don't know--old enough to drive a girl perfectly crazy if he smiled at her often enough.

Do you want to go up and meet him?
He'd like you, Kate--you're so superior.

He simply can't stand me, I'm such a mental lightweight.

His eyes keep saying, 'So young and lovely, and--nobody home,' when he looks at me.

You go, Kate.