"Well, don't eat me, Christine! I wonder who she is, anyway?
I'm goun' to git it out of Mr.Beaton the next time he calls.

I guess she's somebody.
Mrs.Mandel can tell.

I wish that old friend of hers would hurry up and git well--or something.

But I guess we appeared about as well as she did.

I could see she was afraid of you, Christine.