Or tell me if they get too raw.

Just remember I got a mean right when I swing free." "All right, thank you," he replied, but his bewilderment was plain.
She stared a moment, danced up to him, and seized a hand in both of hers.

"What I mean son, if you feel bothered any time--by anything--just come to me with it, see?
I'm in this piece, and I'll look out for you.
Don't forget that." She dropped his hand, and was back in the office while he mumbled his thanks for what he knew she had meant as a kindness.
So she was to be in the Baird piece; she, too, would be trying to give the public something better and finer.

Still, he was puzzled at her believing he might need to be looked out for.

An actor drawing forty dollars a week could surely look out for himself.