And that chase stuff on the roofs down town where you jumped across that court that wasn't any too darned narrow, an' say, I wisht I could skin up a tree the way you can.

An' there was that time--" "All right, all right, Jimmie.

I can tell him the rest sometime.

I don't really hate to talk about myself--that's on the level.

And say, listen here, Jimmie, you're my favourite sweetheart, ain't you ?" "Yes, ma'am," assented Jimmie, warmly.