Constance's my cousin now--and she stands it without batting an eyelash.

She's about the cream of the earth, Johnny!" He drew in his breath sharply.
"You're a lucky kid!" he told her.
There was something in the intensity of his tone which made her look up at him, startled.
"Now don't you fall in love with her, Johnny!" she begged.
"Why not ?" he demanded.

"I never tried it; but I bet I can do it." "That's the trouble," she expostulated; "it's too easy.

You can fall in all right, but how will you get out ?" "I don't want out," he assured her.

"I play marbles for keeps." "All right then; take to pickles and perfume.