Just for one thing, long before this you'd probably been hopping up your reindeers and driving all over in a Chinese sleigh." He tried to make something of this, but found the words meaningless.
They merely suggested to him a snowy winter scene of Santa Claus and his innocent equipage.

But he would intimate that he understood.
"Oh, I guess not," he said knowingly.

The girl appeared not to have heard this bit of pretense.
"On a comedy lot," she said, again becoming the oracle, "you can do murder if you wipe up the blood.

Remember that." He did not again refer to the beautiful young women who came from fine old Southern homes.

The Montague girl was too emphatic about them.
At other times during the long waits, perhaps while they ate lunch brought from the cafeteria, she would tell him of herself.