Not for the world would she offend this manchild.
"Well, I should say you are a real old cowpuncher!" she exclaimed admiringly.

"Now I'm afraid of skinks.

I never would dare knock his block off! And last night when I was lost and hungry and it got dark, I--cried!" "Hunh!" The Kid studied her with a condescending pity.

"Oh, well--you're just a woman.

Us fellers have to take care of women.